Frankenstein's computer
Rel Prince
PG-13
Disclaimer: Frankenstein belongs to Mary Shelley
Notes: In case the people at the Valentine's sleepover ever wondered where the "Oh vile box of white malice…" quote came from
How can I describe my emotions as once again my wretched computer displayed its vile blue screen? Again it lost the work over which I had laboriously toiled for many hours. My rage was without bounds as I cried out " Oh cursed machine, why do you torment me so? Why do you repeatedly maliciously crash at the most crucial points in my work? Oh vile box of white malice, how dare you scorn me in this manner! You, who has been the bain of my existence these past few years I would like, in fierce vengeance, to take an axe to your miserable screen and extinguish your wretched existence. And, oh if I could, with the extinction of that existence, restore all the Word documents you have so diabolically murdered!" I overwhelmed the vile computer with words expressive of my furious detestation and contempt. "Wretched devil! You seek to make my very existence a burden, to destroy all the essays I hold dear to me!" Rage choked my utterance, the desire for vengeance burned brightly within me and I looked around for something with which to aid the destruction of this abhorred daemon. There was nothing, but furies possessed me and I sprang upon it impelled by all the feelings which can arm a person against the existence of a compute. There was a sound by my doorway; I looked up to behold my younger brother consumed by hateful mirth at the sight of my fierce battle with the vile machine "Wretch!" I exclaimed, "Why do you laugh at my toils? Do you not pity me? I am the victim of the wilful malice of this cursed machine!" I trembled with rage, unsure whether to continue my mortal kombat with the detested computer or confront my loathsome brother. His expression expressive of humour and mirth he walked over to the filthy daemon and flicked the restart button.