What do you Mean "Irreparable?"
For a long time I thought it would never be the same with the two of us. I thought it was all going to die in that hospital bed. My poor little Locutus of Grolen. He sat there all bundled up in the blankets while the doctor clucked his tongue and read over the chart.
"The prognosis is not good," he finally said. "Looks like Locutus's mother board has failed. His hard drive is next. I'm sorry but his internal organs are failing. You don't have much time." He put down the chart and left the room. I pulled a chair over next to the hospital bed and took Locutus by the mouse. I patted it and his screen face lit up.
"Hey buddy.." He smiled weakly and made a few chirps and beeps. "Yeah that was the doctor..he says...you're going to be fine." He seemed to know I was lying. He fired up iTunes and played "Honesty" by Billy Joel. I smiled and shut it down.
"Yeah...he said you don't have much time." He beeped again. "Ok, I'll take you home." I wrapped him up and put him on a rolling cart and wheeled him out of the hospital. It was a cold day, and snow was beginning to fall. I walked slowly past all the buildings on Main Street when suddenly a voice called out of an alleyway.
"You looking for cheap motherboard replacements?" I looked around. A man dressed in shirts and jackets from old computer stores was leaning against one of the buildings.
"Maybe..who's selling?"
"My man, I got the hook UPS. You just bring your sick little friend to me and I can patch him up. Those hospitals...they're all liars." He beckoned me into the alley. After a moment I wheeled Locutus intot he alleyway. He made some startup beeps.
"No Locutus, settle down. Just go back to sleep." He settled back into the blankets. Eventually we came to a shadowed door with a faded sign above it '*blank* computer repair' This was it?
"It seems a little foreboding..." The man shook his head.
"Naw, real clean..real clean." He opened the door and I went inside. COmputer parts dangled from every beam of the ceiling and the walls were covered in the husks of old computer skeletons. I turned and attempted to wheel the cart back out. The shabby man was there to stop me.
"You like your little computer there?" Locutus snored. I nodded. "Then we can help." He went into a back door into another room and another man came out dressed in a white lab coat and holding a screwdriver.
"A new patient?"
TWO MONTHS LATER
"The prognosis is not good," he finally said. "Looks like Locutus's mother board has failed. His hard drive is next. I'm sorry but his internal organs are failing. You don't have much time." He put down the chart and left the room. I pulled a chair over next to the hospital bed and took Locutus by the mouse. I patted it and his screen face lit up.
"Hey buddy.." He smiled weakly and made a few chirps and beeps. "Yeah that was the doctor..he says...you're going to be fine." He seemed to know I was lying. He fired up iTunes and played "Honesty" by Billy Joel. I smiled and shut it down.
"Yeah...he said you don't have much time." He beeped again. "Ok, I'll take you home." I wrapped him up and put him on a rolling cart and wheeled him out of the hospital. It was a cold day, and snow was beginning to fall. I walked slowly past all the buildings on Main Street when suddenly a voice called out of an alleyway.
"You looking for cheap motherboard replacements?" I looked around. A man dressed in shirts and jackets from old computer stores was leaning against one of the buildings.
"Maybe..who's selling?"
"My man, I got the hook UPS. You just bring your sick little friend to me and I can patch him up. Those hospitals...they're all liars." He beckoned me into the alley. After a moment I wheeled Locutus intot he alleyway. He made some startup beeps.
"No Locutus, settle down. Just go back to sleep." He settled back into the blankets. Eventually we came to a shadowed door with a faded sign above it '*blank* computer repair' This was it?
"It seems a little foreboding..." The man shook his head.
"Naw, real clean..real clean." He opened the door and I went inside. COmputer parts dangled from every beam of the ceiling and the walls were covered in the husks of old computer skeletons. I turned and attempted to wheel the cart back out. The shabby man was there to stop me.
"You like your little computer there?" Locutus snored. I nodded. "Then we can help." He went into a back door into another room and another man came out dressed in a white lab coat and holding a screwdriver.
"A new patient?"
TWO MONTHS LATER