I am a hard drive, ST380021A works in a pedicine desktop. Others always think that we are high-tech white-collar workers, work is clean and decent, and it seems that the scenery is very beautiful. Maybe they are because they see the white and beautiful chassis. Its small desktop, the work environment is remnied, and the dust is scared. Life daily, a tale, work machinery repeat. Running the text processing to see the movie is still working, I really want to meet what big software and games, the group turns busy on the upper and lower, and finally it is often crashing.
Our technology changes fast, almost two or three years will be upgraded, so everyone is very pressure and there is no sense of security. Every new board is coming, I fly, I fly, I'm full of grazes, and I have become a gray face will have a depression of the gray face.
People in the chassis are very envious of the machine to go to other machines. Especially to those notebooks, you can often travel to fly, live in five-star hotels, you don't have to live, run Word, chat online. And I prefer to go to those big servers, working in a very clean and bright computer room. Although the working time is long, the welfare is good, 24 hours uninterrupted power, UPS, and there are arrays, hot plug, and a few people doing a person, how is it. And it is also very face, just run key applications, unlike us, something messy is done. But I know, those hard drives are very powerful, not SCSI, which is SCSI II, Fibre Channel, like me, can be mixed into the workstation. Even if it is very good. I often think that in the factory, if I work hard, it will also become a SCSI, or at least one notebook 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 incompatible with the new miscellaneous memory, how to conflict with the network card and TV card.
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 came to this machine, he always said, and I just listened.
I never said.
The mind's mind is very simple, although the English name is Memory, but what Memory does not have, and the big thing can forget to be a light. I don't 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 smiled because I believe my capacity.
Sometimes I also like this job very much, simple, neither staring with the boss in the same day until night, nor does it like to deal with the outside of the disc. As long as you are dealing with the document, it is nothing more than reading writing, very quiet life.
until one day,
I still remember the cover of the chassis that gradually picked up, the light column that extends from the gap is getting wider and wider and brighter. The air is filled with granules. At that time, I saw her. She is so slender, and the silver shell flashes. The workmanship is very delicate, so I can't help but feel my thoughts. Wait until the data cable is connected together, I succeeded. The moment I started, I felt the difference between the current and the plane. Later, memory once joke, saying that we have new people here, the current will be different, the last new memory is also the case. I think he is a crap. I tried to keep calm, showing a very professional look, just saying that she asked her and introduced 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 told me a lot of travel interests, telling me how it is in the plane, how is the bumps of the car, give me a lot of beautiful photos, travel, and a concession story from the table . 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 have never seen her again.
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 sunshine that shoots the machine.
I don't know what memory this word means, I am just a lot of documents she left. I put them neatly and put them most often. 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. So, the first time I violated the order, I secretly modified the file allocation table. Then I hide them to a secret place, then marked the sign into a bad sector. There will be no people to ask bad sectors. And there is my only secret, I often go to see them, although never stay.
Days of the day day, read, read, read, read ... I thought it would continue this, until a day, the boss will install XP but found that 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.
