this is me, disconnected

One weekday evening, definitely not unlike any other weekday evening you've ever had, it was decreed that the life of an unassuming kid be sliced cleanly in two. No warning. No apologies. A computer in the night hummed and burped an irritated beep. The LAN card shortly followed.

This kid, he wasn't much of a complainer though, and for two weeks he shuffled along in his worn-out knickers living out a sort-of half-life. Temporary atoms and energy, emotions and memory, strewn together by a seemingly aleatory plea to carry... on. He had no days, only cycles of comedies he was compelled to (and could only) watch: his office monitor one moment, the empty bed on the next. Who knew being so efficient meant being so lonely too?

Respite. The keys feel good beneath my fingers. She, May, my reinstated, rehabilitated CPU, hums an agreeable tune to the click-clack of thoughts on the keyboard. She sends out this message of mine to my other half.

You, the piece that completes me, where have you been? I have missed you. Terribly so.