So the story goes; I got up pretty early. Switched my computer on, like I do every morning, and
then went downstairs to get something to eat - Which turned out to be reheated pizza from the night before. When I'd managed to drag myself back upstairs again and sit infront of my computer I was greeted with this...No. Fucking. Way!
For most people this would be pretty tragic, but it wouldn't mean more than taking it to the repair shop and getting it fixed. Not me. To my friends and family I am that repair guy. I made my computer; from scratch. I spent months ordering the parts, assembling them. There is more of my fucking blood in there than anything else. It was working fine last night. There is no plausible reason for it to suddenly decide it wanted to commit suicide. I went through all 5 stages of loss.
Denial. I refused to believe what had happened. I told myself it was okay. I turned it off. Walked out the room. Came back and tried switching it on again. No luck. Ah crap.
Anger. I may have slapped my computer around at this point, 'Why aren't you fucking working you piece of crap!' was heard screamed from my room.
Bargaining. I actually tried to barter with the big G man himself. I begged him to get it working in exchange with me going to church. I was deathly serious.
Depression. At this point I had literally taken my computer apart and put it back together again; twice. Ever wire was checked. Every component de-dusted. It still wouldn't work. This is when I finally started to tear up. I had spent the last 6 months fine tuning this machine. Every day I'd change something to make it faster. Better. It was so suited to me. I had my life on this computer. It was quite literally the end of the world.
Acceptance. 4 hours later my computer was pronounced dead. I may as well start switching parts out with my other computer to see which one was the problem and then burn it in holy fire before the rest of them caught the disease. I'd come to terms with my loss, but I didn't want it to go alone. I turned it on one last time to say my good byes, and to my wonder...
IT LIVES!
I don't know what happened. It was by all intents and purposes a miracle. I've never known joy like it. I'm going to treat this old girl with respect from now on because she is obviously alive and watching my every move. This was a test. A test of love from a computer to her owner.
Now I leave you with this for all you Starwars fans out there.
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