Compy and the College Student
CS: Computer, do you have a name? I affectionately call you compy, more in hampered worry than ever in fondness. Does sometimes it feel to you that you are in the amazon, submerged in water?
C: I am called your life, your living, your livelihood. I am called your secrets and your worries and your darkest desires. I am called your longing and your embarrassment and your non-existent polyamourous loves. I am multi-dimensional and am not pleased when you think of me as the TARDIS. I am your closest friend.
CS: I feel you’re rather cluttered at the moment, but I do not wish to get rid of anything, what would you have me do?
C: Your pictures, your pictures, those polyamourous diversions that you taste with fleeting affectations, delete them, delete them you utter bore!
CS: But I spend so much time with them, I cannot bear it to part with them, the loves… Do you wish me lonely without their comforts?
C: They are fickle pixel-loves, you can find them again, you wind driven creature. Have you no care to keep one for more than a short time? Their poor fictional lives are stunted in my hard drives. You’d do well to clear it out.
CS: I could always get a new one of you, should you crash. I would have to find the pictures again anyways, and always will when my heart pulls back to them. I have no great love for you. I lie. Sorry.
C: Why would I submerge myself in the Amazon? It would fry my circuitry. Are you that imbecilic you procrastinating moron???
CS: That’s not the point! I do love you, because you are my first laptop, dearest Compy and I would have to pay money should I lose you. My whole life – you said yourself – is documented on you. I moved all my previous files from my desktop computer over to you, and you lost so little in the transfer, and I was so proud! I take you everywhere! Please say you love me back!
C: Clean me out, organize me (though I know you keep me moreso than your room). You should whip my screen and my keys and if you please stop eating food around me! And all those horrid ads for naked Russian women that pop up when your surf for television from the CW or the BBC, please install pop-up blocker, before I’m scarred for life!
CS: That isn’t what I wanted to hear.
C: I can’t tell you that, or else what would happen to those fickle little fiction loves you search google for and lj fic recs for destiel porn? I see it all, document it all, I know it all, and it is your heart and it is erratic and harsh.
CS: So you want me to clear my internet history, is that it? You don’t like the shows I watch, the pictures and torrents I download, the youtube channels subscribed to, the fiction I read, the tumblrs I run and the blogrolls I’ve made? Is that it? Is there anything else you care to mention?
C: I cost too much for the processor I house, but that didn’t stop your cheap brother in law from buying me in one of his IT deals for less than I deserved.
CS: So I should get a new computer? But you’re brand new!
C: I house your secrets, your life and your loves, so many they are, and so little cared for.
CS: You’re a very bad mirror.
C: I keep them safe from viruses and I allow you to watch unaired television.
CS: Compy, I don’t know how to live in reality.
C: I am what you made me.
CS: That’s a line from a trailer I watched.
C: That makes it no less true.Â
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