I am a hard drive, ST380021A works in a pedicine desktop. Others always think we are high technology
White-collar workers, work is clean and decent, seemed to be very beautiful. Maybe they are because they see a white beautiful chassis.
The illusion. It is actually like a small desktop, the work environment is eager, and the dust inside is scared. Daily life
Dead water and die, work mechanical repeat. Running the text processing to see the movie is still working, I really have to meet what big software and games,
The group turned busy on the top and bottom, and finally it is often a dead.
Our technology changes fast, almost two or three years to upgrade, so everyone is very pressure and no
Safe. Every new board is coming, I fly, I fly, I am full of grazes, and I have become a gray face will.
depressed.
People in the chassis are very envious of the machine to go to other machines. Especially go to those notebooks, often can fly on it,
Live in five-star hotel, don't worry too much, run Word, chat online. And I prefer to go to those
The big server works in a very clean and bright computer room. Although the working time is long, the welfare is good, 24 hours
Broken power, UPS, and there are arrays, hot swap, and a few people do something, how is it easy. And also very
Face, only run key applications, unlike us, what is chaos and eight-piece things must be done. But I know, those
The hard disk is very powerful, not SCSI, which is SCSI II, Fibre Channel, like I like it, can be mixed
The station is very good.
I often think that in the factory, if I work hard, I will have a SCSI, or at least one note.
This hard drive. But I will think, maybe these are fate. But I never complained.
Memory often complains, complaining about the complexity of their motherboard, complaining how he is not compatible with new miscellaneous memory, network card
And how the TV card is also conflict.
My friend is not much, and one is stored. He is very thin and I am very fat, he moves very fast, and I am always very slow. We are one
At this machine, he always said, and I just listened. I never said. The mind of memory is very simple, though
The English name is Memory, but what do he will not have, and you can forget the light. I will not say
But I will remember all the details. He said that I am a melancholy person is not suitable for technical work, so I will have to split. I laugh
Laugh, because I believe my capacity.
Sometimes I also like this job, simple, neither use the display for the owner to be stared by the boss, nor like icons
The optical drive depends on the outside of the disc. Just deal with the document, it's nothing more than reading writing, very quiet life.
live.
Until one day, I still remember the lid of the chassis that gradually picked up, the light column that reached in from the gap is getting wider and wider.
It's getting brighter. The air is filled with granules. At that time, I saw her. She is so slim, silver
The white housing flashes. The workmanship is very delicate, so I can't help but feel my thoughts. Wait
According to the line, we even succeeded. The moment I started, I felt the difference between the current and the plane. Rear
To memory, I used to joke, say that we have new people here, the current will be different, the last new memory is also like this.
. I think he is a crap. I tried to protect
Holding a town, showing a very professional look, just asking her to hello and introduce the work environment.
Slowly, I know, she, IBM-DJSA220, is a notebook hard drive, doing things in the notebook of the boss. This time is to copy some files. We are very happy. She tells me a lot of travel, telling me
How is the plane? How is the bump of the car, give me a lot of beautiful photos, travel notes, and one
She
Adventures in the table fall. And I sell a variety of online downloads and jokes.
She smiled very happy. And I am surprised that I can say that I keep it.
A morning, I saw the sliding socket over the data line. She stayed for 7 days. Later, I didn't see it again.
Over her.
I have a little regret that there is no exchange of emails, and I have no other than she. When I am not busy, I will miss the chassis alone.
The sunshine.
I don't know what memory this word means, I am just a lot of documents she left. I put them neatly
Place where I am most often passing. Every time the magnetic head has passed from them, I will feel a faint.
But I didn't think of the boss will want me to delete these files. I want to argue and have enough space, but useless. then,
The first time I violated the order, I secretly modified the file allocation table. Then hide them to a secret place,
Let me mark there into bad sectors. There will be no people to ask bad sectors. And, it became my only secret, I often
Look at them, although never stay.
Day a day, repeat, read writing, read, read ... I thought it will always continue until a day
The boss is going to install XP but find there is not enough space.
He discovered the problem and wanted to fix those bad sectors. I refused. Soon, I received a new command: format it.
I hesitated for a long time. . .
TRACK 0 BAD, Disk unusable.
