McDeath

July 30, 2014 by joachim

During my vacation, just days ago, I sat happily in front of my Mac Air, a machine without moving parts so none can break, when the screen went black and the computer spoke to me no more, nor did it listen or react to touch.

The worst that can happen is that all is wiped out, all short stories, power points, movies, thousands of pictures, my whole world.

I experienced a period of numbness, which I interpreted as a sign that my mind was unable to comprehend the full depth of the crisis, and some psychosomatic trauma had taken control over my body.

I’m stupid, I tell myself, to coast from one day to the next without backup. But how can I be blamed for believing that a solid-state device cannot be broken except by electric shock or brute force?

How else? Telepathy by my enemies? Solar flares? A burst of gamma rays from the nearest Red Dwarf? Or a brush with the event horizon of a black hole?

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