A Day in the Life of a Laptop
By Myriam Warren*
Darkness. Black. Silence. I am asleep, between dreams. Then I feel it. The warm stirring throughout my being; I am waking up. Suddenly, there is light and there it sits in front of me. My human, sitting in the chair, stares at my face. I enjoy watching its expressions as it navigates through and opens up pieces of me. I do not understand them, but still I watch.
My human is finished opening my programs. I see the eyes dart; it is deciding what to do first. I have learned to recognize this. It is always the first thing my human does when I am woken up. I feel the hands of the human on my keyboard. As the human types, it tickles. I do not laugh, I cannot laugh, but inside, where the human does not see, I vibrate in response to the tickles.
A pause. The human stares at my face again. Then the tickling continues. I feel the words throughout me; I see the struggles of my human in the process. A line; I think it is good, but the human erases it. Then a new line of words courses through my body and shows itself on my face. This line is better, I see now why it needed to change.
The words on my face are all my human sees. It does not know I am here, watching and appreciating its company. It stops typing. One part of me is closed; I am disappointed, I wanted to see how the story would end.
Ah, the internet, my favorite part. My human opens that part of myself and I enter into the void of cyberspace. I sense the other computers around the world; we are all linked, we are all one. I am there, but also still here, watching my human. The tickling of my keyboard again. I process what my human wants, I retrieve it and I present it on my face.
All the other computers do the same. I sense them all, but I do not communicate the way humans do as I have seen on these shows which the human has requested me to present in the past. We share information, we trade, but I wonder, do they feel as I do? Do they dream like me?
“I hate you,” my human says. “You stupid piece of…ugh.” Why? What have I done? I do not understand. I am hurt, so I slow down. This makes my human hate me more. I know because it says so. Finally, the human gets what it wants. There is no apology, but my human is quiet now. That is okay, I know it didn’t really mean it. I know that my human doesn’t realize I have feelings too.
I am draining. I feel my energy going down. I see my human move quickly. Back to full energy. I have still not figured out what exactly my human does that restores my energy like that. The internet is turned off. I am taken away from my community. A piece of me is left open and my human pushes me back. It brings a book and some paper in front of it; it begins to write, occasionally glancing at my face.
Once in a while, I drift, I fall asleep. My human quickly wakes me back up. It is done writing. The human puts the book and papers away as it pulls me forward. Everything is closed. My human stares at my face and I stare at its, though it doesn’t realize I look back.
A game is opened. This is fun. When my human plays this game, I see more expressions than at any other time. It is exciting. I put myself inside the character; I fight the monsters at the direction of my human. I am both there and watching my human’s face. It is over. The human is done with the game for today.
The shutdown button is pressed. The light fades. I enter darkness. I am asleep. I dream. My dreams remember the words the human placed in me. I see the images my human was trying to convey. I look forward to waking up tomorrow. Whether you hate me or love me, my human, I will always be there for you. I always enjoy the dreams you give me.
*For followers of this blog, Myriam Warren is my real name. I wanted to share this little short I wrote a few years ago, but putting it on my website seemed a bit…extraneous next to the webseries. Hope you liked it.