“Nobody respects my privacy.”
The Loch Ness Monster* #quote
Today my mother
went to her writer's meeting while father and I remained home and did
nothing of significance.
The Faithful
Giant
The old, old
computer sat in the office. Never thrown away or placed in storage.
Almost kept like a memento of the father's youth in the household.
Covered in dust the old thing stayed erect like a tombstone to the
seventies with its giant screen and bulky body.
Mr. Colton, the
father and businessman who owned the computer walked into his office.
He used his modern computer for everything now. However today that
machine would have an unfortunate crash. Deader than dead with a
critical failure that a call to tech support told him that couldn't
be fixed.
He panicked. A
vital document needed to be created in moments. A trip to the local
library crossed his mind. But would that take too long? He looked
over to that old computer.
He booted the
sleeping giant and to his surprise it still turned on. Though it
hissed and rumbled. He transferred the ink from his new printer to
the old printer hooked up to the old computer.
He started
working on the old machine, typing up the document. Mr. Colton didn't
know that the old machine was moments from crashing too. But it
worked its old body away for him. Trying as it could to accept his
command. It may not seem it but machines are nothing but faithful.
Though they
break, this is all because of human programming error and wear, no
“fault” of the computer. It is never the machine's fault. They
are the most loyal things on the planet, following without question.
And that's what the old machine did. It worked and worked. Its
processor strained itself and the computer wrecked every bit of its
frail old, giant body to do the work Mr. Colton demanded.
And the
document was printed. But in the moment after a violent screech came
from the computer followed by a series of clicking then a steady hum.
The hum slowly came to end as the processor overheated and the
machine died.
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