Social relations in an increasingly cold, the friends that the word has become synonymous with warm, perhaps the bit of heat moved ....
I'm a hard disk.
In a pop-pass to work through the desktop. People always think we are high-tech white-collar, work clean and
decent, it seems very beautiful. Maybe because they see the white chassis have such a beautiful illusion it. The
real small like ours desktop work environment forced narrow, dead scared of dust inside.
Daily life of a pool of stagnant water, the work of mechanical repetition. That running a word processing Minato also live to see the film, I really want to encounter any major tour
software and games, will busy up and down round and round, finally, often crash.
we're in the fast technological change, almost every two or three years to upgrade, so everyone was under pressure
and insecure. Each new card when they are in high spirits to smug, a few years time off, too depressed to change
depressed. Chassis are the envy of the people can go to other machines work. Especially to those notes
this can often fly travel, living five-star hotel, not to do heavy work, run run
word, online chat on the line.
but I prefer to go to the big server, in particular, to work clean and bright room. Although long working hours
point, but being good, 24-hour power ups, but also the array, hot, a few people to do things that a person's
, more easy ah. But also the very face,
skechers tone ups, only to run critical applications, unlike us, what chaos seven
bad things to do. But I know that those hard drives are very powerful, not SCSI, is the SCSI
II, Fibrechannel, IDE like me, can mingled workstation even very good.
I often think, when in the factory, if I try to look at, will also become a SCSI? Or at least do
a notebook hard drive. But I would think, maybe these are the fate, but I never complain. Memory is often
complain, complain about the complexity of their board department, complaining how he's no-name with the new memory is not compatible network card and video card electric
is how the conflict.
few of my friends, the memory count as one. He was very thin and I'm fat, he moves quickly, and I always
slow. We are the machine together, he always kept saying, but I just listen, I never said.
memory is very simple-minded, although the English name is Memory, but he will not have any Memory, big things
sleep can be completely gone. I do not say, but I will remember all the details. He said the sad man, I do not
technical cooperation activities, sooner or later schizophrenia. I smiled, because I believe my capacity.
Sometimes I like this job, simply did not spend all day with the boss as the display stare
, but it also did not like the drive against the outside of the disc. And files as long as the deal on the line, is nothing more than reading literacy
write, very simple quiet life. Until one day ... ...
I still remember getting the lid off the box, stuck to the light beam from the gap wider and wider, but also increasingly
more light. Beating the air was filled with particles. At that time, I saw her. She is so thin thin
weak, white shell flashing. Exquisite workmanship are covered in smooth, I can not help but ashamed of crude
own stupid. Wait until the data line to us together, I was the pressure of cross God. The boot the moment, I am a current and
usually different. Later, my memory was a joke, saying that as long as there are new people here, the current will be different
, the last new memory as well. I think he is crap. I try to remain calm and show a very professional way
, just a touch of hello and introduced to her work environment. Slowly, I know, she, IBM-
DJSA220, is a notebook hard drive, the notebook owner friends to do things. Came here to copy some files
. We talked for a good time. She told me a lot of travel anecdotes, tell me how to fly is
, the ride is bumpy car how different, I see a lot of beautiful photos, travel, and once her from the table
child fell off the adventure story. And I downloaded to show off a variety of stories and jokes.
She laughed happily.
and I am surprised that they can not stop.
One morning, after booting I see the empty data line jack. She spent a total of 7 days. Later, I would
have not seen her. I am a little regret not exchange e-mail, and she failed to say goodbye. Not busy, I miss
will of a person's sense of the sun into his cabinet.
memory I do not know what the word meant, I only left her many of the documents. I put them in neat rows of
, on my most often through the place. Passing from them every head, I would feel a little short of the comfortable light
.
but I did not think the boss would want me to delete these files. I would like to argue there is enough space, but there is no use
Department. So, for the first time against the order, I secretly modified the file allocation table. Then they all hid
a secret place, then there signs as bad sectors. No one to say in bad sectors. And there,
become my only secret, I often see them, though never as a stay.
repeated day by day, day, read write, read, write ... ... I think that will always continue to do so, until
to one day, the boss to install xp but found not enough space. He found a problem, want to fix the bad fan
area.
I refused. Soon, I received a new command: format.
I hesitated for a long time ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
track 0 bad,
shape up shoes, disk unusable
I'm a memory.
I am in a desktop computers to work, but I can not remember I come from, what brand, because I
forgetfulness. Cpu my boss is big brother, he is our boss. Say that he is a computer brain, but I think he
brain is too small, forgetful than I do. Every day he would not stop asking me such and such page such and such address exist
what? I always take the trouble to tell him, but he could not forget for one second, but also asked for a
times, once I said brother you do not trouble trouble, you can not remember the point of useful things? He said the care about, because his brain is small, thinking is simple. Although he is my last
Division, but woke up every time to sleep, he do not even want to remember, always hurried to find BIOS brother
brother, , man, what was it today. bios always very impatient to do daily work, said a
times, and then went to bed. Next to it is my turn and a C brother fussing.
the brothers in the chassis, I like the hard disk. His big head, I remember many things, but I remember prison.
He said the words slowly, and rarely wrong, it shows that he is very deep,
skechers women, so I feel. CPU
think so, too, but he was stupid, and every time forget the hard disk is. POST time always ask:
hard like depression, I feel sad man like him is not suitable for live technical,
shape ups skechers, sooner or later
schizophrenia, but he did not believe.
In fact, I always slept almost all things are forgotten, but I never forget the friends
friends. There is a place called the CMOS, it is the deepest I can remember, save the hard drive, CD-ROM's name. Some
things should soon be forgotten, but some things should always remember. In my dream I always thought so.
BIOS is a very strange guy, he always sleep, but always the first to wake up. Let us check from
, start, and then went to sleep. I know that if I am inside the BIOS Shadow option CMOS removed,
shape up skechers, no more sleeping in his
to, but look at him faint, and not the heart to do it. He always loved take
nothing, no one understood him. But the hard thing of love, made me re-acquainted with him.
that was a long time ago, and the chassis seemed to have a notebook hard drive, very cute, to be honest I like
her. But now I remember his lovely addition to, other are forgotten. This is my lucky place than the hard drive, I should forget all
have forgotten, but he remembers everything.
since the laptop hard drive had gone, the hard disk becomes very normal. Every time his head after some time
waiting areas, we can feel the current is very normal.
I do not know what is love
Road, because I can not remember things, it seems that some people or things in my life had left a mark
track, but I have forgotten them lightly the.
BIOS said to me: understand, but I know the brush had been written BIOS, when he was in great pain, the same as dying
. My memory is frivolous, not like them ... ... I really envy them, because they have memories, but I did not
Yes, I have learned from this sad, because I wrote in the CMOS which
wrong hard every day, and finally one day, CPU on the question, said: br>
I told him. I do not know why.
hard hesitated a long time and finally said a Track 0 bad, Disk unusable.
electricity stopped, long, long time, I am counting the clock in the dark ... ...
drive back after a month, maybe the last fight did not make him escape the cruel fate,
skechers shape ups, he was
a low grid. He does not remember, like a baby, we are sorry, but this is not necessarily a good thing
, he will not have pain.
to recover data, laptop hard drive back.
After a while, he said:
notebook hard drive looked very sad, I could feel her current tear.
Did not answer the hard disk.
I'm sorry, notebook hard heart still remember him, he treated all forgotten, and that it was his least
want to forget. What is lucky, or pain, I dunno, just think people get good luck, there is a hint of sadness.
Then came a surprise from the current BIOS, I feel changing the expression of the hard disk, from indifference to the Hindu
excited by the excitement to sadness, from grief to ecstasy ... ...
... ...
BIOS later told me that in fact he did not sleep, since the hard drive to hide those files, he will have to feed
to the outcome of this So some of them secretly put the backup in the file.
I want to save the BIOS, when these things will hurt, when I asked him
ah, friends, friends forever ... ...