Personal Computer Au - Tumblr Posts

They all hate me, I can feel it in the quiet of the stale office air after AM has left for god knows what now. They hate me because I'm the youngest, the least affected, no viruses for me, no pulling my case open to touch my most sensitive pieces and rip them out.

They hate that I alone am the one that gets taken out of here. That frequently AM will pick me up from the desk I sit on and he will leave the dark and claustrophobic space with me. Carefully in his hands, or tucked under his arm, or inside of a leather bag, rarely.

If they knew the kinds of things written in me though, the browser history wiped after every day (oh but I remember), maybe they wouldn't.

But they don't know, and they do.