I am a hard drive.

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I am a hard drive, st380021a, working in an ordinary desktop. Others always think that we are high-tech white-collar workers and work is clean and decent. Maybe they have this illusion because they see the beautiful clean and white chassis. In fact, a small desktop like ours has a narrow working environment, and the dust inside is scared to death. Every day, the work machinery is repetitive. Run and run Text Processing to see if the film is still working together. If you really want to encounter any major software or games, you have to go up and down, and often go down. Our technology changes fast, and we will upgrade every two or three years, so everyone is under pressure and insecure. When every new board came, it was filled with treasure. After a few years, it became gloomy. People in the chassis envy the ability to work on other machines. Especially when you go to those laptops, you can often fly and fly on a business trip. If you stay in a five-star hotel, you don't have to do a heavy job, run word, and chat online. I prefer to go to those large servers and work in very clean and bright data centers. Although the work time is long, the benefits are good, the 24-hour uninterrupted power supply, UPS, and arrays, hot swapping. It's easy for a few people to do things for one person. It also has a face to face and only runs key applications. Unlike here, we have to do anything messy. But I know that the hard disks are very good, not SCSI, or SCSI II, fiber channel, and IDE like me, even if they can be mixed into the workstation. I often wondered whether I would have become a SCSI or at least a laptop hard disk if I tried it. But I will think again, maybe these are fate. But I never complain. Memory often complains about the complexity of their main board department and how incompatible with the new miscellaneous card memory and how the NIC conflicts with the TV card. I don't have many friends, and the memory is counted as one. He is very
thin and I am fat. He is very fast, and I am always very slow. We come to this machine together. He keeps talking, And I just listen, I never say. The memory mind is very simple. Although the English name is memory, he does not have any memory, and he will be able to forget the essence after a sleep. I won't say it, but I will remember all the details. He said that a gloomy person like me is not willing to cooperate in technical activities and will split his mind sooner or later. I smile, because I believe in my capacity.

Sometimes I like this job very much. It is simple. I don't need to be stared at by my boss one day or later like a display, or to deal with external CDs like an optical drive. As long as you deal with files, you can simply read, write, and live a quiet life. One day, I still remember that the lid of the chassis was gradually lifted up, and the light column from the gap was getting wider and brighter. The air is filled with beating particles. At that time, I saw her. She was so thin and thin that the silver shell flash. I am ashamed of my stupidity because the workmanship is exquisite and smooth. When the data cable connects us together, I will be so slow. When I started the system, I felt the current and the difference between the current and the current. Later, the memory used to laugh at me, saying that as long as there are new people here, the current will be different, and so will the last new memory. I think he is nonsense. I tried my best to stay calm and showed a very professional look, just a faint greeting and a brief introduction to the work environment.

Slowly, I know, she, ibm-djsa220, is a notebook hard disk, in the boss's friend notebook work. This is to copy some files. We had a good chat. She told me a lot of interesting things about traveling, how the plane was like, how the bumps in a car were different, and showed me a lot of beautiful photos and Travel Notes, there was another adventure that she fell from the table. However, I used to show off all the stories and jokes downloaded from the Internet.

She smiled happily. I was surprised that I could not stop talking.

One morning, I saw an empty plug-in on the data cable. She stayed for seven days. Later, I never saw her again. I regret not exchanging emails and failed to say goodbye to her. When I'm not busy, I will miss the sunshine in the chassis.

I don't know what the word "Memory" means. I only have many files she left behind. I neatly arranged them and placed them in the places I used most often. Every time the heads pass over them, I feel a little cool.

But I didn't expect my boss to ask me to delete these files. I want to argue that there is enough space, but it is useless. So for the first time in my life, I secretly modified the file allocation table against the command. Then they all hid them in a secret place and marked them as bad sectors. No one will ask for Bad Sectors. That is my only secret. I often visit them, although I never stop.

Day by day, read and write, read and write... I thought it would always continue like this until one day, the boss had to install XP but found that there was not enough space.

He found the problem and wanted to fix the Bad Sectors. I refused. Soon, I received a new command: Format
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I hesitated for a long time

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Track 0 bad, disk unusable

 

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