bill512
09-08-2003, 11:11 AM
Warp
William Werner was just minding his own business that day. Running through a routine balance sheet, sitting there in his office. Numbers matched up then the whole system went down. "Oh shit." He said. The hard drive was running (William called the big tall box with the fan in it the hard drive). But the screen was blank. There was just a cursor down at the bottom of the screen. He threw down his pencil, reached under his desk, and hit the power button. Then the computer started up again.
He loaded up his spread sheet then started doing the whole thing over again. It was frustrating, but had to be done. He was about finished and BAM! The same thing happened. "What the ..."
"HAHA ... You're funny."
He sat up and stared at the screen. The cursor at the bottom typed it out, all on its own. "HAHA ... You're funny." He looked around his office, as if someone was behind him. Looked out his window at the neighboring highrise. Maybe someone over there was playing a game. He closed the blind, then hit the power button again.
"Talk to me, please."
"Jesus Christ!" He slumped back in his chair. The spring caught his fall. "What the hells going on here?"
"Whats your name?"
"Fuck you!" But he yelled it out. A secretary was walking by in the hallway. She stopped and said: "Excuse me?" "No, not you. Sorry Pamela." She shook her head in disgust and then walked by. Then William put his hands on the keyboard and started typing.
"My name is Bill." "HAHA ... hi Bill." "Hi. Who are you?" "Eggcentricity." "Who?" "Superfluous." "Get off my computer!" "Why?" "Because I have to do some work." "Why?"
"Get out of my living room, Bill."
"Yah, Gord? It's Bill. Get down here, will ya? Something wrong with my computer ... Can you come down here? No! It's talking! ... What? It's talking!! I'm talking to it right now! Just come down here please." Then he hung up the phone. "Jesus Christ, if it's not one geek it's another."
Gord examined the screen, the conversation. "Eggcentricity?" "Who's that Bill?" Then Gord began to type. A wicked fast type. "Nevermind who I am, who are you and what are you doing on this computer?" "You people are rude." "We're not rude, you're rude! You're on a company computer! Get off!" "You're in my living room."
William Werner was just minding his own business that day. Running through a routine balance sheet, sitting there in his office. Numbers matched up then the whole system went down. "Oh shit." He said. The hard drive was running (William called the big tall box with the fan in it the hard drive). But the screen was blank. There was just a cursor down at the bottom of the screen. He threw down his pencil, reached under his desk, and hit the power button. Then the computer started up again.
He loaded up his spread sheet then started doing the whole thing over again. It was frustrating, but had to be done. He was about finished and BAM! The same thing happened. "What the ..."
"HAHA ... You're funny."
He sat up and stared at the screen. The cursor at the bottom typed it out, all on its own. "HAHA ... You're funny." He looked around his office, as if someone was behind him. Looked out his window at the neighboring highrise. Maybe someone over there was playing a game. He closed the blind, then hit the power button again.
"Talk to me, please."
"Jesus Christ!" He slumped back in his chair. The spring caught his fall. "What the hells going on here?"
"Whats your name?"
"Fuck you!" But he yelled it out. A secretary was walking by in the hallway. She stopped and said: "Excuse me?" "No, not you. Sorry Pamela." She shook her head in disgust and then walked by. Then William put his hands on the keyboard and started typing.
"My name is Bill." "HAHA ... hi Bill." "Hi. Who are you?" "Eggcentricity." "Who?" "Superfluous." "Get off my computer!" "Why?" "Because I have to do some work." "Why?"
"Get out of my living room, Bill."
"Yah, Gord? It's Bill. Get down here, will ya? Something wrong with my computer ... Can you come down here? No! It's talking! ... What? It's talking!! I'm talking to it right now! Just come down here please." Then he hung up the phone. "Jesus Christ, if it's not one geek it's another."
Gord examined the screen, the conversation. "Eggcentricity?" "Who's that Bill?" Then Gord began to type. A wicked fast type. "Nevermind who I am, who are you and what are you doing on this computer?" "You people are rude." "We're not rude, you're rude! You're on a company computer! Get off!" "You're in my living room."