Parody of Getting a New PC
Computer Technology Vs Archaic Minds
Computer Technology Versus. Archaic Minds
Computer Technology Versus
There it is sitting in the box, wrapped with cellophane and waiting for its birthright. Walking about the box I see a screen, wires, this horrid little thing called a mouse and this strange box of metal that most men worship by the size of its hard drive and ram.
It eyes me right away knowing indeed we will battle wits, and intelligence, this computer will become my adversary as well as my best friend in the days to come. Pulling the wrapping off different wires fall about me, like tentacles of the most horrific monster, wrapping itself about my body I struggle to lift this eye of the future upon my desk. A smile knowing I have placed this in the right place, turning the screen to and fro on its swivel base. Hmm... I think the head even moves and the eyes are brilliant in color, I smile stepping back having begun to create this thing which will become, my teacher for the next few years.
Sitting upon the floor holding directions which are quite mystifying I see defeat heading right towards me, desperately I find a diagram that even a child playing a maze game could conquer and I know I will soon be connected and give life to this creature.
Hooking all the wires A. B, and C it now looks exactly as the diagram. I stand back and smile picking up the directions once more, which read (Easy One Step Directions to Run Your PC). In a neat column listed I see the buttons labeled for every performance this ingenious machine can do.
Tired from this struggle; almost as giving birth, I step back and pour a cup of coffee contemplating the grand moment of the electricity surging forth through this machine all have used many years before me. All right, I say to myself this indeed is the moment, and push the button seeing the description of every aspect of its being come on screen even it checking for illnesses as viruses and its mighty power listed as well. A ring of music tells me it is now ready for me to manipulate into what I desire with little icons listed easy as 1, 2, 3, if I read correctly. Games. Well that looks like an easy starting place, Solitaire… well yes let me try that, its only the computer and I here alone in this room.
I sit on the desk chair like the maestro who is about to conduct the orchestra, and indeed loose track of time. Solitaire has gone into a four hour session with me and this machine helps me start our first battle. I swear I shall beat it. Interestingly I return everyday for this same battle, and time is lost as I loose track of all else around me, just this machine and I battling to win a game. Life seems quite good I revel at the hands of cards we both play, until that dreaded day.
Coming home and stepping out of my car, packages in hand my handbag decides to become a grasping grip like a demon from hell. The strap wraps about my leg as I get out of the vehicle and I land on my face, hitting the stones with a resounding smack, and yes there was a crack. Struggling to my feet wincing in pain, I was taken to the hospital hopping on one foot and holding my sides. I was doomed, yes they say three cracked ribs and a broken ankle, and wheeled home. I sit before this monster of wires wondering what indeed I will do with all this recovery time. There upon the screen is an icon, Internet connection; needless to say I have never been the same.
Trying I did, email was fun, searches for things, oh my… how many things to see. Weeks passed by quickly as this new computer held my hand and we traveled through countries and knowledge I have never seen. We became quite bonded my computer and I. Then I read there is a way to speak to others in this world besides the quite journeys I took through search engines.
To be continued
(c)Written by Barbara A. Williams