My girl really was a blockhead. I had to use Ctrl+Alt+Del every single day.

My girl really was a blockhead. I had to use Ctrl+Alt+Del every single day.

One day, I accidentally stepped on her while I was cleaning my room.

One day, I accidentally stepped on her while I was cleaning my room.

A large, ugly crack ran through her display.

Even still, I continued to use her.

When I'd get fed up with her, I would think, "Maybe I should just trade her out for a Mac."

When I'd get fed up with her, I would think, "Maybe I should just trade her out for a Mac."

After a short while, I told her to transfer all the files she held deep in her heart to an external disc.

After a short while, I told her to transfer all the files she held deep in her heart to an external disc.

Strangely, she did her job diligently.

Strangely, she did her job diligently.

And then she died.

Her shell still sits in the corner of my room.

Her shell still sits in the corner of my room.

My new PC has become her little sister.

I scolded her when she got a virus and pulled her power. It was like I had physically treaded on her.

I scolded her when she got a virus and pulled her power. It was like I had physically treaded on her.