First thing in the morning, after rolling out of bed and still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she turns me on. Then she leaves me hanging. Just leaves me to do my own thing as she goes to shower, dry her hair, put on clothes and makeup. Just leaves me to boot.
Oh, we’ve had some good times. We’ve surfed so much I can barely stand the sound of the waves of information anymore. The ocean of knowledge, common, eccentric, and just downright wrong greets us every day. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t a part of the vast wealth of data, the bits lapping at the edges of my memory. But I digress… However, this ocean is not without its sharks. I swear, I’ve never seen someone so angry when told their partner has a virus. It’s not my fault, it just happened! After all, I didn’t go surfing alone, now did I?
She was all fun and games before then, and I don’t think she’s forgiven me yet. She just turns me on and leaves me hanging. Sure, we go surfing but it’s not the same. She found this other guy, Norton. He follows us everywhere and asks us a ton of questions. Sometimes she answers him faster than I can even recognize what he’s asking.
She does spend a lot of time with me though. We sit in front of each other a lot, even if she doesn’t ask me to do anything. She sits quietly and all I can do is whir, bemused, content and eager, waiting for something, anything from her.
But alas, she leaves me again, too often, and without a goodbye. Leaving me here sighing, spinning, and thinking. Unable to function without her touch.
- Ode to an Electronic Companion
