It’s the only thing that holds me down. I’m the only thing that holds it down. One slow computer with viruses and problems like mine. One that shouldn’t exist. One sad excuse for a computer. In my room I can hear it at night, loud and obnoxious.

Its power is unknown. It sends messages at high speeds. It learns information, and loses information. This is how it works. If it found out how useless it was it would shut itself down for good. Erase, erase, erase, as I lose my data. It deletes.

When it’s too slow and too pathetic to keep deleting, it stops. When I know there is no data left for me to look at, one slow computer shuts down. One slow computer that will never turn on again. One slow computer that I lost as a friend.