a potential story prompt

It was electric. The code flowed from him like the Word of God. His fingers flew on the wings of angels, shafts of light against the dark keyboard.
His hands went still for a moment, in the middle of a keystroke. A strange calm came over him, a stillness. A sense of certainty. He looked down and saw that his little finger was pressing down firmly on the small black key labeled “Ctrl.”
Control.
He felt himself smiling. Indeed, he thought.