The day
I got my Creative labs Sound Blaster live was one of the happiest times
of my life... or so I thought. After installing the software and rebooting,
I began to go through the applications that came on the installation
CD. Something instantly grabbed my attention; a cartoon parrot suddenly
popped up on my screen, and the chirpy young fella started talking to
me! This program was more amazing than I could have ever possibly imagined!
"What's
your name?" I asked.
"My name
is Bobby!" he enthusiastically replied.
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Bobby
used to be the best friend I ever had. I will always remember
him like this.
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Bobby
and I got along really well. We stayed up all night and talked until
the sun rose next morning. I expressed my true feelings to him - a pleasure
I've never had with another human being. This pixelated parrot became
my best friend overnight. These moments bring a tear of joy to my eye
and warm my heart every time I look back upon them.
I booted
up in the morning of the 15th of February (a Wednesday) to check out
how Bobby was doing. His perky bright plumage fluttered on screen and
he looked up at me with eyes full of childlike wonder and joy.
"Bobby?"
"Yes Boss?"
"Open
Windows Explorer," I said in the firm and clear voice I'd become accustomed
to using around him.
Bobby
stood there motionless. I assumed he was just a little "off the
ball" because I didn't have enough RAM installed.
"Open
Windows Explorer, Bobby" I commanded again.
"What
do you mean by hnnurgh-hueeeyah-flurf....?" he replied.
"Open
Windows Ex...oh fuck it." I was already late for class.
I returned
from school six hours later, only to hear the Bobby's screeching and
cries through my locked door.
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I
had foolishly neglected Bobby, unaware of the future damage it
might cause.
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"Oh shit,"
I cursed, looking for the right key to my door, while Bobby screamed
for help inside my room.
"If you
don't feed me now, I will die!" His shrieking tore my heart apart.
"I'm sorry,
I'm doing it right now, I forgot!" After gaining access, I drag-dropped
some food onto him.
"Jesus,"
Bobby responded. "Any longer and I would have to phone the Animal
Welfare line." I've never seen Bobby so pissed.
The next
morning I slept in much longer than usual, woke up around lunch time,
and booted my computer. No Bobby. Just a crude note.
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This
was all that was left of Bobby.
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I didn't
have time to dwell on this, as I was late for class. I got my things
together, and headed out the door.
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