I am now the somewhat bewildered owner of an iMac.
This peculiar blue entity appears to have taken leave of its previous home and drifted for a spell before coming to rest behind my bedroom door. I'm not entirely sure how this came to pass, being one who avoids all things with a lowercase 'i' prefix, but there it sits. My gaze keeps being drawn to it, with its translucent egglike body and unassuming manner. It tells me I have nothing to fear as it is a user-friendly creature, but I will not be easily seduced.
As yet I am unsure of what to do with it. A mixture of trepidation and pity prevent me from sending it away. I have many computers already, but this is something different - something I am completely unfamiliar with, and as harmless as it appears, I am reluctant to interfere with it. If its temperament is comparable to that of my other computers, to offend it would be careless indeed.
My main fear at this point is that in allowing it to stay I am letting down my guard and before I know it I will be inundated by Apples, gripped by the dreaded iStupor. Much like a Cyberman I will be trapped, my own body infiltrated by this alien technology, and I will be doomed to spend my days searching for more innocents to reform.
So for now the iMac and I are at something of a stalemate. It beckons, but I dare not hearken to its calls. Perhaps I will allow it to stay, I will keep it in check and it will be my companion, my strange blue domovoi, sitting there in its corner and watching over me. But should I ever find myself thinking that without an iPod my life is incomplete, I will know it has outstayed its welcome.