A touching love story of a hard drive (turn)

I am a hard disk.

Work on an ordinary desktop. People always think that we are high-tech white-collar workers, work clean and decent, seems to be very beautiful. Perhaps they are because they see the white and beautiful chassis have such an illusion. In fact, a small desktop like ours, the work environment is very narrow, the dust in the inside frightened dead. Everyday life backwater, work mechanically repeat. Run word processing to see the film still live, really want to meet what big software and games up and down will be busy around, and finally often to crash.

Our line of technology changes quickly, almost every two or three years will be upgraded, so everyone is very stressful and insecure. Every new card comes in high spirits, years of time, and become disgraced and depressed. The people in the box are envious of being able to work on other machines. Especially to those notebooks, often can travel around, live five-star hotel, not to do heavy work, run Word, online chat on the line.

But I prefer to go to those big servers and work in a particularly clean and bright room. Although the work for a long time, but good welfare, 24 hours uninterrupted electric ups, and there are arrays, hot plug, a few people do a person's things, how easy ah. And also very face, only running critical applications, not like us here, what a messy thing to do. But I know, those hard drives are very powerful, not SCSI, is SCSIII FibreChannel, like me, IDE, can mix workstation even very good.

I often think that when I was in the factory, if I tried, would it become a SCSI? Or at least make a laptop hard drive. But I think, maybe it's fate, but I never complain. Memory often complains, complaining about the complexity of their motherboard department, complaining about how he is incompatible with new, non-brand memory, and how the network card and TV cards clash.

My friends are not many, the memory is counted one. He's thin and I'm fat, he moves fast, and I'm always slow. We are the one to come up with this machine, he always keeps saying, and I just listen, I never say.

Memory of the mind is very simple, although the English name is called memory, but he does not have any memory, the days of big sleep can forget the naked. I don't say, but I'll remember all the details. He said that I am such a melancholy person does not work together technical work, sooner or later to schizophrenia. I laughed because I believed in my capacity.

Sometimes I also like this job, simple, not to be like a monitor all the way the boss stare at, also do not like the optical drive to deal with the outside of the disc. As long as the deal with the document, is nothing more than read and write, very simple quiet life. Until one day ...

I still remember the lid of the chassis that had gradually lifted up, and the light beam that came in from the notch was getting wider and brighter. The air was filled with beating particles. At that time, I saw her. She was so slender and thin, and the silvery shell flashed. All over the work are very delicate and smooth, so I can not help but ashamed of their clumsy, until the data line to connect us together, I just slow down God. The moment I turned on, I felt the difference between the current and the usual. Then the memory once laughed at me, said we here as long as there are new people come, the current will be different, the last time the new memory to the same. I think he's a baloney. I try to stay calm, showing a very professional appearance, just a faint greeting to her and introduce the work environment.

Slowly, I know, she, ibm-djsa220, is a laptop hard drive, in the boss friend's notebook work. This is to copy some files. We had a good time talking. She told me a lot of interesting things about the trip and told me how it was different to ride a car by plane, to show me a lot of beautiful pictures, travels, and a story she fell off the table. And I'm showing off all kinds of stories and jokes that are downloaded online.

She laughed very happily.
And I was amazed that I could talk nonstop.

One morning, I saw an empty socket on the data line after the boot. She stayed for 7 days altogether. Later, I never saw her again. I regretted not exchanging e-mails or saying goodbye to her. When I'm not busy, I'll miss the sunlight that comes into the box.

I don't know what the word memory means, I have just a lot of documents she left behind. I put them in a neat line and put them where I used to go most. Every time the head from their body, I will feel a hint of comfort.

But I didn't think the boss would ask me to delete the files. I want to argue that there is plenty of room, but it's useless. So, for the first time in my life against the order, I secretly modified the file allocation table. Then they hid them in a secret place and then marked them as bad sectors. No one is going to ask about bad sectors. And there, became my only secret, I often go to see them, although never make a stop.

Day by day repetition, read write, read write ... I thought it would always be like this, until one day, the boss to install XP but found that there is not enough space. He found the problem and wanted to fix the bad sectors. I turned it down. Soon, I received a new command: format.
I hesitated for a long time ......... .......
Track 0 Bad,disk unusable

I'm a piece of memory.

I work on a desktop computer, but I can't remember where I came from and what brand it was because I was forgetful. My boss is the CPU brother, he is our boss. All say he is the brain of the computer, but I think his brain is too small, than I have to forget. Every day he always ask me, what is the address of xxx page? I always bother to tell him, but not for a second he forgot again, and asked again, once I said Big brother you are bored, you can not remember something useful? He said, "memory brother, I have difficulties ah, every day is constantly doing problems, dizzy, I also difficult ah." ”

In fact, I do not want to dispute with him, because his brain is small, thinking is very simple. Although he is my boss, but every time he woke up, he did not remember what to do, always hurried to find the BIOS brother, "Hey, man, what do you do today." The BIOS is always impatient to say the daily work and then goes to bed. Next it's my turn to be blind and busy with brother C.

Among the brothers in the chassis, I like hard drives the most. He's got a big head, he remembers things, and he remembers prison. He spoke very slowly and was seldom wrong, which indicated that he was very deep and I felt so. The CPU thinks so, but he is stupid and forgets who the hard drive is every time. The post always asks, "Hey, who's that guy?" ”

"St! "I always have to repeat it.

Hard disk like melancholy, I think such a melancholy person like him is not suitable for technical work, sooner or later will be schizophrenic, but he does not believe.

In fact, when I fall asleep, I always forget almost everything, but I never forget my friends. There is a place called CMOS, that is the deepest memory of my memories, save the hard disk, the name of the optical drive. Some things should be forgotten quickly, and some things should always remember. I always think so in my dreams.

BIOS is a very strange guy, he's always sleeping, but he's the first one to wake up. Let's self-test, start, and then go to sleep. I know that if I get rid of the BIOS shadow option in the CMOS, he can't sleep, but he can't bear to look at his dizzy face. He is always in love with people, and no one knows him. But this hard drive love thing, but let me know him again.

That was a long time ago, the chassis seems to have a laptop hard drive, very cute, to tell the truth I also like her. But now, in addition to remembering his loveliness, everything else has been forgotten. This is where I'm luckier than the hard drive, and I've forgotten everything I should have forgotten, but he remembers everything.

The hard drive has become quite abnormal since the laptop drive has gone. Every time his head passes through some place, we can feel the current is very abnormal. </d

"What's the matter with the hard drive?" I asked the CPU.

"Who is the hard drive?" ”

I knew there was no way to communicate with the CPU, but the BIOS did not say: "That fool in Love." I do not know what is love, because I do not remember things, it seems that some people or things in my life has left traces, but I have lightly forgotten them.

The BIOS said to me: "Memory is too easy for you, so you forget faster, life can be engraved with the memory of pain." "I don't understand, but I know the BIOS was written, and he was in pain, like dying. My memory is frivolous, not like them ... I envy them, because they have memories, and we have, since then I also learned melancholy, because I wrote in the CMOS "melancholy" two words.

Hard drive a day is not right, finally one day, the CPU said: "What is the next instruction?" "I looked, startled:" FORMAT "

"What is it?" "The CPU is excited, this mindless guy.

I still told him. I don't know why I'm doing this.

Hard disk hesitated for a long time, finally said a track 0 bad,disk unusable.

The electricity stopped, for a long time, I counted the clock in the darkness ...

One months later the hard drive came back, and perhaps the last struggle did not make him cruel fate, he was low lattice. He does not remember anything, like a baby, we are very sad, but it is not necessarily a good thing, he will not have pain later.

In order to recover the data, the laptop hard drive is back. "Hi,st," she said, "Don't You Know me?" "The hard drive did not speak, and the low lattice seemed to hurt him very much. After a while, he said: "Sorry, as if we have not met ...".

The laptop hard disk looks very sad, I can feel her tears of electricity. "I can't believe you're so forgetful."

"Oh ...". The hard drive has no answer.

I am sorry, the notebook hard heart still remember him, but he forgot everything, and that is the last thing he wants to forget. Whether it is luck, or pain, I can't say, just feel good fortune to people, there is a faint desolate.

A strange current came from the BIOS, and I felt the face of the hard drive changing, from indifference to excitement, from excitement to sadness, from sadness to ecstasy ... "IBM, you're back ...".

......

Later the BIOS said to me, in fact, he did not sleep, since the hard disk to hide those files, he guessed that there would be such a result, and secretly put some of the files in the backup. "Fortunately I am dual BIOS, although not much, but also enough to remind him of ...".

I think the bios saved these things must be very painful, when I asked him "Why do this", the BIOS said lightly: "hehe, we are friends."

Well, friend, forever Friend ~

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A touching love story of a hard drive (turn)