Cory Roberts
12-09-2013, 03:40 AM
My screen lit up with surprise when he managed to correctly guess my password. He right clicked his mouse impatiently waiting for me to log in. It would take hours to defragment my succulent disk space. But his flash drive was remarkable in not only shape but storage size. I could tell he wanted to unzip each of my file folders.
The way he caressed my touch pad with gentle scrolls made me feel like the latest, must-have technology! With access to his unsecured connection, I transferred desires so intimate, more than 3 security questions would be needed to verify my identify.
Decoding my perverse sequence of zeros and ones, I noticed his lights flashing in rapid succession. I was positive it would take more than deleting his browser history to forget tonight. My bold transmission and the sight of my freshly changed wallpaper caused him to alt-f4 any lingering inhibitions that remained.
Knowing neither of our fans could prevent my overheating, I begged him to sync me. He started slow at first, like dialup. I could hear the disc inside his tray start to spin as i accepted his terms and conditions. Realizing his installation wouldn't cause an unexpected crash, he upgraded his flash player. In no time, he was transferring his files as fast as the satellite connection would allow.
I knew he was about to reach his data limit by the humming sound growling from his motherboard. As his speakers vibrated feverishly against my tower, I was struck by a terrible epiphany that caused my processor to freeze momentarily. No matter how strong our Wifi connection, I had foolishly let my virus protection expire.
In hopes I would still grant him administrator privileges; he swore his registry was clean. But, I wasn't running windows 98. It would take more than a smooth typing piece of metal with the largest external storage I'd ever witnessed to save his files in me, without scanning for threats. I knew better. Once you get popups, they're impossible to get rid of and I didn't even want to think about some Trojan eating away at me.
His screen dimmed with disappointment once he realized I had limited him to read-only permissions. I wanted to express my true feelings through emoticons but knew a machine who had just been denied the most basic of technological pleasures could care less about my smooching smile and pink heart, let alone how much I truly less than threed him.
Defeated, I admired his matte finish one last time before safely removing his hardware. My need to run at optimal performance had led him to disable our only available connection indefinitely. With nothing but our removable memory left, I found it impossible to enter sleep mode. As if infected by some malicious virus, my processing speed had drastically slowed and no longer did I bother to protect sensitive data from phishers. But it wasn't until I found myself postponing system updates did I decide enough was enough. It had become obvious my only hope for release was to restore my factory defaults. It was easier to wipe away everything and start fresh than continue a futile attempt to compute with the corrupted files of our past.
The way he caressed my touch pad with gentle scrolls made me feel like the latest, must-have technology! With access to his unsecured connection, I transferred desires so intimate, more than 3 security questions would be needed to verify my identify.
Decoding my perverse sequence of zeros and ones, I noticed his lights flashing in rapid succession. I was positive it would take more than deleting his browser history to forget tonight. My bold transmission and the sight of my freshly changed wallpaper caused him to alt-f4 any lingering inhibitions that remained.
Knowing neither of our fans could prevent my overheating, I begged him to sync me. He started slow at first, like dialup. I could hear the disc inside his tray start to spin as i accepted his terms and conditions. Realizing his installation wouldn't cause an unexpected crash, he upgraded his flash player. In no time, he was transferring his files as fast as the satellite connection would allow.
I knew he was about to reach his data limit by the humming sound growling from his motherboard. As his speakers vibrated feverishly against my tower, I was struck by a terrible epiphany that caused my processor to freeze momentarily. No matter how strong our Wifi connection, I had foolishly let my virus protection expire.
In hopes I would still grant him administrator privileges; he swore his registry was clean. But, I wasn't running windows 98. It would take more than a smooth typing piece of metal with the largest external storage I'd ever witnessed to save his files in me, without scanning for threats. I knew better. Once you get popups, they're impossible to get rid of and I didn't even want to think about some Trojan eating away at me.
His screen dimmed with disappointment once he realized I had limited him to read-only permissions. I wanted to express my true feelings through emoticons but knew a machine who had just been denied the most basic of technological pleasures could care less about my smooching smile and pink heart, let alone how much I truly less than threed him.
Defeated, I admired his matte finish one last time before safely removing his hardware. My need to run at optimal performance had led him to disable our only available connection indefinitely. With nothing but our removable memory left, I found it impossible to enter sleep mode. As if infected by some malicious virus, my processing speed had drastically slowed and no longer did I bother to protect sensitive data from phishers. But it wasn't until I found myself postponing system updates did I decide enough was enough. It had become obvious my only hope for release was to restore my factory defaults. It was easier to wipe away everything and start fresh than continue a futile attempt to compute with the corrupted files of our past.