They don't make 'em like they used to
By Lord Agravane
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the characters within. Nor do I own Windows '95.
Cyrus was feeling happy. Or at least he would have been, had he possessed emotions. He had bought an ancient PC off eBay, "for spares and repairs". Cyrus had undertook the epic challenge of getting the PC up and running again and was currently in the bedroom, working hard to achieve this.
Mars was in the living room, trying to teach her Purrugly to Salsa dance. She had recently watched a YouTube video with a Persian who could Salsa and Mars was convinced that if a pampered pedigree could perform Latin dances, then her old Purrugly definitely could. Plus, it was better than the alternative, which was going to ask Cyrus how his repair job was coming on. Such a venture would, without doubt, earn Mars a lecture on computer technology from the 1990s.
Cyrus was engrossed in the task as hand. He had replaced the old memory; soldering the pins so that the new memory would fit. He had also put in a new hard drive and CPU. So far, so good. Now he needed to install Windows '95 (because retro!) Cyrus plugged the computer into the mains and switched it on.
And that was when the antique PC exploded.
It was so noisy that Purrugly forgot all about Salsa and glared at Mars as if the explosion was her fault. Mars screamed, ceased to dance (in that order) and raced into the bedroom, fearing the worst.
The vintage computer was a blackened lump; resembling something…black and lump-like. Cyrus was flat on his back and looked rather singed. Mars rushed over to him, wondering if she would need to give him the kiss of life.
"Cyrus! Say something!" Mars cried, cradling his slightly well-done body in her arms.
"My computer! It's destroyed," he announced.
"Oh, you're alive!" Mars exclaimed and hugged Cyrus in relief.
Purrugly padded into the bedroom to see what all the commotion was about. She saw Mars embracing the singed Cyrus. Purrugly sniffed the smoking air and then strolled off, satisfied. While Mars was occupied with Cyrus, she wasn't trying to teach Salsa dancing.
"All that vintage technology, burned to a crisp," Cyrus said looking at the lumpy black item.
"Oh never mind that now," said Mars, snuggling Cyrus closer. "You're alive and that's all that matters".
"Yes?"
"Of course! You can buy another old computer off eBay but I can't do the same with you".
Cyrus gazed at Mars. She gazed back at him intently.
"Well, maybe not with present technology," Cyrus said. "Though some years into the future, it could quite well be possible to clone me, theoretically speaking".
Mars sighed. "You know Cyrus? I almost wish that computer had blown you up!"
Then she grabbed Cyrus and kissed him on the lips.
As Cyrus returned the kiss, he thought to himself that he was glad that he didn't have emotions. After all, poor Mars was obviously very confused by hers.
The End