Inspired at night after my computer erased The Gathering: Artemis the first time. Glares at comp
I don't own Gargoyles. Wish I was one though.
Computers...
Owen stared at the computer screen in shock, mouth slightly open. This could not be happening. This did not just happen.
The computer had just blanked and the file for the Xanatos' newest project had been deleted. He had not saved in the last half hour, being so ingrossed in his task.
Owen's normally wooden expression was colored in fury. His blue eyes nearly disappearing in the green power of his magic as he glared daggers of death at the computer screen.
Scooting back in his hair he looked down at his shoe. No. He had deleted the files. The cord that ran under his desk so as not to look tacky and unprofessional by going around the desk to the power outlet had been jilted by his foot.
It had been falling asleep due to his lack of mobility.
WHY?!
Taking calming breaths he suddenly remembered that the computers did an automatic backup of files and folders. Maybe...oh please!
The computer hummed back to life waiting for Owen to work which he did immediately, searching for the project.
Ending 1:
He was very tempted to do as mortals did in his situation: bang his head on his desk and kill the offending machine. His roleplay of Owen Burnette had never been tested quite like this and took every ounce of the stiff and boring Owen to remain calm.
A half hour gone in one twitch of the foot. A half hour of papers, folders, and compressions which would have taken an average employee hours...gone.
Owen grabbed the files he had put away and began where he had last saved, this time taking a few seconds to save before moving on. It was agony. Monstrous product of humanity...ridiculous...evil little...
Xanatos entered only a second later. "Owen, I need the file for the project on my desk before the hour's up."
Owen mentally bashed the computer. "Of course sir," he answered in his usual calm.
When Xanatos left, Owen punched the monitor his right hand so as not to make his situation worse. He could do it, it was no real task for him. It was the fact that now he had to hurry.
Computers...
Ending 2:
He almost cheered out of relief. The file had been backed up. Yes he wanted to save, he clicked. Wonderful piece of human inginuity, it had saved him another headache.
Checking his place, Owen began working again, making sure to save often and keep his feet under his chair so as not to repeat his folly.
"Let it never be known that the Puck nearly lost a match to a machine," he said to himself.
Xanatos entered his office not a second later. "Owen, do you have the file for our newest project?" his employer asked, a bit off from his usual cool.
"I do sir," Owen responded in his normal tone. "I will have it ready within the hour."
"No, it's alright," Xanatos said, waving a hand towards the monitor. He seemed relieved. "I thought it had been misplaced when it failed to show up in my private files."
In other words, he had lost it too. Owen supressed a smile. "Not to worry sir, the system has been integrated with backup in case of such incidents."
Xanatos nodded and left Owen to finish. The major-domo gave his monitor a quick light pat before continuing his typing.
Ah computers... -