CRASH!

Went the errant harddrive. "A pox!" I shouted aloud. A pox upon the miscreant life of the scurrilous virus that lurks in binaries, surfing circuits and spinning disks. If there is no recovery, I will know in that moment that evil, indeed, exists. Good is manifested in the form of backup drives.

I have faith in the good of technology, for without unwavering belief, Y'mara will be lost in the ebb and flow of 1100010100111 (or something akin to that sequence). She may once more be reborn but will never be the same.

- I'm buying a fuckin Mac... PCs blow multitudes of ass.
Yup.
They certainly do.