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So this is a computer. It is an interesting little contraption, albeit noisy. Clicking, beeping, whirring, crackling, screeching. One would almost believe this inanimate object was in pain. Perhaps it merely has a doxy infestation. I may try to disassemble it once I am finished writing here. And reassemble it, of course.
The Dark Lord has made a gift of these computers to his loyal family, with the intention of having us keep public journals on them, transmitted via phone line. I am not sure how I find this notion quite yet. I must admit the idea of speaking publicly about myself is somewhat disconcerting, but if our Lord requires it, it must be done. I do enjoy typing, at least; the rhythmic click of the keys is rather soothing.
It is making me weary, in fact. I suppose I will check this machine for doxies tomorrow, after my morning routine. I have nothing but time in these days. That will change soon enough, I am assured.
This is a strange inanimate object, to be radiating heat. There certainly is something amiss within. I shall look after it tomorrow.
The Dark Lord has made a gift of these computers to his loyal family, with the intention of having us keep public journals on them, transmitted via phone line. I am not sure how I find this notion quite yet. I must admit the idea of speaking publicly about myself is somewhat disconcerting, but if our Lord requires it, it must be done. I do enjoy typing, at least; the rhythmic click of the keys is rather soothing.
It is making me weary, in fact. I suppose I will check this machine for doxies tomorrow, after my morning routine. I have nothing but time in these days. That will change soon enough, I am assured.
This is a strange inanimate object, to be radiating heat. There certainly is something amiss within. I shall look after it tomorrow.