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Such Sweet Sorrow
"I know how hard this must be for you. We've been together for
a long time, and we've meant a lot to each other." Bobby Drake
sighed, staring steadfastly out of the window. He had to look out
the window. There was no way he'd be able to go through with this
if he turned around. "But...the magic just isn't there anymore.
I'm sorry." He leaned his forehead against the window. "I
do still care about you, I really do. I just feel that it's time for
me to move on. I need to...well, find someone I'm more in tune with.
Someone who can share my dreams for the future. Someone...well, not
to put too fine a point on it, someone with bigger RAM and better...don't
look at me like that!"
The computer gazed soulfully at him with its big unblinking screen.
"I DO still care about you, baby, I really do!" Bobby sat
down on the worn old chair and patted the mouse apologetically. "All
the good times we've had together...the time we sent Scott's e-mail
addy to that SpankMeHard discussion group...the time we convinced
the security system that Magneto was living in the refrigerator...that
chain letter we sent to every single person who'd ever worn the X,
eight times each..." The computer continued to stare reproachfully
at him. "And it's not just the things you've done for me - I
love your screensavers, your card games, the way you let me win at
"HEY, BOBBY! READY TO GO REPLACE THAT WORN OUT PIECE OF JUNK
YOU CALL A COMPUTER?!?" Warren roared from downstairs.
"Don't SAY that!" Bobby wailed. He sniffled, wiping his
eyes on his hand. "You're not junk, baby, don't listen to him.
You just... need another kid to raise up into the world of computing,
that's it. You're a teacher at heart, and I promise, I'll find you
someone." He hugged the monitor sadly, and stood up. "You'll
go to a good home, baby. But right now, it's time for the two of us
to say goodbye. I...I'll never forget you!" He stunbled down
the stairs, dabbing at his eyes.
At the bottom, Hank put a comforting arm around his friend's shoulders.
"I know it's painful, Bobby," he soothed. "Parting
truly is 'sweet sorrow', as the Bard said. But it really is for the
best. You need to move on now."
"I know." Bobby snuffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
"She'll be all packed up when I get back, right? You'll do it
all for me?"
"Of course." Hank steered him gently towards the door.
"I'll deal with everything. I've already found a good home for
"You have?" Bobby's face lit up. "That's great! Make
sure to tell them that she likes to have her monitor turned on AFTER
the hard drive, not before, and if her speakers aren't plugged in
she gets a bit fussy but she doesn't really like headphones so they
shouldn't use those, and don't forget her boot disk, it's labeled
carefully, and..." His voice faded away as Warren towed him out
Hank shook his head sadly. "Poor Bobby...it's so hard when they
get attached like that. You just have to learn to distance yourself.
Not get emotionally involved. Remember that eventually, we all must
"So, you're going to replace your old office computer, then?"
Scott asked. "Can I have it?"
Hank gave him a Spine-Chilling Toe-Curling Force-Of-Evil Death Glare.
"Her name is Cynthia, and if you touch her I'll kill you."
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