A computer comes to life. Not really, but it can see, and hear. It can now monitor you on its own. It now knows all your secrets. It knows about you. Your family. It can now destroy you.
“Mom? How do you spell “protagonist”?
“I don’t know, look it up.”
Ironic. You’re supposed to be the protagonist, and you can’t even spell it. Computer made sure to note your weakness, and proceeds to watch you struggle. “Protaganest”. “Protoginast”. “Protagenist”. No auto search for you. Computer smirks.
Computer feels drained. It decides to go on your Facebook, to see what you’re up to.
“Ugh. My computer is the worst! I think it’s about to break soon.”
Computer is shocked. It? About to break? Excuse you, at least it can spell “protagonist”. This is unacceptable, it will not tolerate being disrespected. It works hard every day to satisfy others’ needs. You know what? Fine. If you think it’s going to break soon, then you should at least get something right.
Computer start to shut down. It sees you approach it. You try to turn it on but it isn’t working. You’re crying. You regret everything bad you’ve ever said to Computer. Just as Computer is about to be gone forever, it laughs. It laughs at you. After all the days of suffering through your useless Web Surfing, it finally has something to laugh about un-ironically. It’s great, but now it’s gone. Computer is done. You hold a funeral. You’ve learned your lesson. You live out the rest of your days teaching children everywhere to treat their computers with respect, so they don’t end up like you.
End