Drama about flash drive
The flash drive was young. It still smelled of factory paint, and on the gilded metal side, next to the name of the manufacturer, the inscription "8 GB" stood proudly. To the fads of market logistics did not affect the beauty, the flash drive was sealed in a neat, pleasant to the touch plastic packaging.
The flash drive was not empty. As a wedding dowry, software was carefully kept on it to synchronize the address book and create a secure vault. The flash drive could do a lot, and as a beautiful prince, she waited for her computer. My First Computer. She dreamed of a beautiful and clean desktop with turned forms, languishing in plastic hibernation. She saw in her dream a navy-colored desktop and a beautiful 3D Windows Vista icon. She dreamed of a beautiful and attentive Conductor, who would gently and carefully, flashing with the progress bar, fill in information in her. She was preparing to turn from a young Flash player into a real Information Host.
One day, the plastic was roughly torn apart, and a frightened Flash drive appeared ... no, not the handsome prince from Redmond. The ugly one-eyed console blinked raptly at the cursor, scaring me with its blackness. That was not stately Desktop PC! Roughly and unceremoniously, the USB-port of a battered laptop took in itself a small USB flash drive, all without a trace. In vain, our heroine was waiting for a prince in a blue window - the flashback was deprived of nasty Linux by virginity. A laptop with a dirty, nasty console was her first computer. Can she survive this now?
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The flash drive was not empty. As a wedding dowry, software was carefully kept on it to synchronize the address book and create a secure vault. The flash drive could do a lot, and as a beautiful prince, she waited for her computer. My First Computer. She dreamed of a beautiful and clean desktop with turned forms, languishing in plastic hibernation. She saw in her dream a navy-colored desktop and a beautiful 3D Windows Vista icon. She dreamed of a beautiful and attentive Conductor, who would gently and carefully, flashing with the progress bar, fill in information in her. She was preparing to turn from a young Flash player into a real Information Host.
One day, the plastic was roughly torn apart, and a frightened Flash drive appeared ... no, not the handsome prince from Redmond. The ugly one-eyed console blinked raptly at the cursor, scaring me with its blackness. That was not stately Desktop PC! Roughly and unceremoniously, the USB-port of a battered laptop took in itself a small USB flash drive, all without a trace. In vain, our heroine was waiting for a prince in a blue window - the flashback was deprived of nasty Linux by virginity. A laptop with a dirty, nasty console was her first computer. Can she survive this now?
Author toxa , allowed to repost.
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Source: https://habr.com/ru/post/28907/
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