Ups joke

I'm a hard disk, STA, working on a normal desktop. Others always think that we are high-tech white-collar workers, and our work is clean and decent, which seems very beautiful. Maybe they have this illusion because they saw a beautiful white chassis. In fact, the working environment of a small desktop like ours is very small, and the dust inside is really scary. Every day, life is a stagnant pool, with repetitive work machines, word processing, movies and hard work. If you really want to encounter any big software and games, you will be busy up and down, and finally often crash. The technology in our industry changes rapidly, and it will be updated almost every two or three years, so everyone is very stressed and insecure. Every new card is full of high spirits and high hopes, and after a few years it becomes disheartened. Everyone in the box envies working on other machines. Especially when you go to those notebooks, you can often fly around for business trips and stay in five-star hotels without doing heavy work. Just run word chat on the internet. And I prefer to go to those big servers and work in particularly clean and bright machines. Although the working hours are long, the benefits are good, with 24-hour uninterrupted power supply, ups, array and hot plug. How easy it is for several people to do things for one person. But also very proud, only running key applications, unlike here, we do everything in a mess. But I know those hard drives are very powerful, either SCSI or SCSI ii. With an IDE like mine, I wish I could mix them into the workstation. I often think that if I work hard in the factory, I will become a SCSI, or at least a notebook hard disk. But I will think, maybe these are all fate. But I never complain. Memory often complains that their motherboard department is complex, how it is incompatible with new brand-name memory, and how the network card conflicts with the TV card. I don't have many friends. Memory counts as one. He is thin and I am fat. He is quick, but I am always slow. We came to this machine together. He kept talking, but I just listened. I didn't say anything. The mind of Memory is very simple. Although its English name is Memory, it won't have any memory. After a sleep, it can forget all the major events. I won't say, but I will remember all the details. He said that a melancholy person like me is not suitable for cooperative technical work and needs to be energetic sooner or later. I smiled because I believed in my ability. Sometimes I like this job very much-simple. You don't have to be stared at by the boss all the time like a monitor, and you don't have to deal with external discs like a CD-ROM drive. Just deal with files. Nothing more than reading and writing. This is a very simple and quiet life. Until one day, I still remember the box cover that was gradually opened, and the light beam coming in from the gap became wider and brighter. The air is full of jumping particles. At that time, I saw her. She is so slender and thin, and her silvery white shell is shining. Everything about me is exquisite and smooth, which makes me feel ashamed of my clumsiness. I didn't recover until the data cable connected us. As soon as it is turned on, it feels that the current is different from that in peacetime. Later, memory used to laugh at me, saying that as long as new people came here, the current would be different, and so did the last time a new memory came. I think he is talking nonsense. I tried to stay calm and act like a professional. I just said hello to her and introduced the working environment. Slowly, I get it. She, IBM-DJSA, is a notebook hard disk, and works in the boss's friend's notebook. This time she is here for some documents. We had a good chat. She told me many interesting stories about traveling, and told me what it was like to fly, and what was the difference between the bumps in the car. She showed me many beautiful photos, travel notes, and an adventure story when she fell off the table. I download all kinds of stories and jokes from the Internet. She smiled happily, but I was surprised that I could go on talking. One morning, when I turned on my computer, I saw an empty socket on the data cable. She stayed for seven days altogether. Later, I never saw her again. I regret not exchanging emails and saying goodbye with her. When I am not busy, I will miss the sunshine that a person shoots into the chassis. I don't know what the word memory means. All I have is many documents left by her. I arranged them neatly and put them in the place where I pass most often. Every time the head passes them, I feel a little comfortable. But I didn't expect my boss to ask me to delete these files. I tried to argue that there was enough space, but it was useless. So, for the first time in my life, I disobeyed orders, secretly modified the file allocation table, and then hid it all in a secret place, and then marked it as a bad sector. No one will ask the bad department. It became my only secret there. I often go to see them, although I never stop. Day after day, reading and writing, reading and writing ..... I thought it would last forever. Until one day, the boss wanted to install Xp but found that there was not enough space. He found the problem and wanted to fix those bad sectors. I refused. Soon, I received a new order-formatting. I hesitated for a long time. I am a hard disk, but I don't want to forget her. I am the memory, and I am in the desktop computer. But I can't remember where I come from and what brand I make, because I forget. My boss is the eldest brother of CPU, and he is my boss. It is said that he is the brain of a computer, but I think his brain is too small and forgetful than me. Every day he keeps asking me, what is stored in a certain page? I always took the trouble to tell him, but within a second he forgot and asked again. Once I said, "Big Brother, are you bored?" Can't you remember something useful? "He said," brother memory, I have difficulties. Doing problems every day makes me dizzy. "In fact, I don't want to dispute with him, because he has a small brain and simple thinking. Although he is my boss, every time I wake up from sleep, he doesn't even remember what to do, and he is always in a hurry to find the BIOS brother. " Hey, man, what did you do today? "BIOS always impatiently repeats the work that must be done every day, and then goes to sleep. What's next? It's my turn and brother c's busy. Among the brothers in the chassis, I like the hard disk best. He has a big brain and remembers a lot of things, and he remembers them clearly. He speaks slowly and rarely makes mistakes, which shows that he is deep, and that's how I feel. The CPU thinks so, too, but he is so stupid that he forgets whose hard drive is every time. Always asking, "Hey, who's that guy?" "sta", I always repeat it over and over again. Hard disk likes melancholy very much. I don't think such a melancholy person is suitable for technical work. Sooner or later, he will be energetic, but he doesn't believe it. In fact, when I sleep, I think I forget almost everything, but I never forget my friends. There is a place called CMOS, which is the place I remember the most, and the names of hard disks and CDs are kept. Some things should be forgotten soon, and some things should be remembered forever. I always think so in my dreams. BIOS is a very strange guy. He always wants to sleep, but he is always the first to wake up. Let's check ourselves, start, and then go to sleep. I know that if I remove the BIOS shadow option from CMOS, he can't sleep. But looking at his dizzy appearance, I don't want to do this. He always ignores people, and few people know him. However, this hard drive romance made me get to know him again. That was a long time ago. There seems to be a notebook hard disk in the box, which is very cute. To tell the truth, I like her, too. But now I forget everything except that he is cute. This is where I am luckier than the hard disk. I forgot everything I should have forgotten, but he remembered everything. Since the notebook hard disk left, the hard disk has become very abnormal. Every time his head passes through some places, I can feel that the current is very abnormal. "What's the matter with the hard disk? "I asked the CPU." Who? Who's the hard drive? "I know I can't communicate with the CPU, but the BIOS said angrily," That fool is in love. "I don't know what love is because I can't remember things. It seems that some people or things have left traces in my life, but I forgot them rashly. The BIOS said to me, "You are too easy to remember, so you forget faster. All the memories that can last forever in your life are painful. "I don't understand, but I know that the BIOS has been written. He was in pain at that time, as if he were going to die. My memory is frivolous, unlike theirs. I envy them because they have memories. And we did, and I learned to be melancholy, because I wrote the word "melancholy" in CMOS. The hard disk is getting worse every day. Finally one day, the CPU said to me, "What's the next instruction? "I was shocked when I saw it-format, format? ! "What is this? "CPU is very excited, this brainless guy. I told him anyway. I don't know why I did it. Hard disk hesitated for a long time. The electricity stopped. For a long time, I counted the clocks in the dark. A month later, the hard disk came back, perhaps the last struggle did not let him get rid of the cruel fate. He was rejected. He doesn't remember anything, just like a baby. We are very sad, but this is not necessarily a good thing, and he will not have to suffer in the future. In order to recover the data, the notebook hard disk came back. "She said hello to the hard disk briskly. Hi, San, don't you know me? "Hard disk didn't speak, it seems that low level hurt him a lot. After a while, he said, "I'm sorry, it seems ... I don't think we've met ..." The laptop hard disk looked sad, and I could feel her tearful current. I didn't expect you to be so forgetful. " Oh ... "The hard disk didn't answer. I am sad. I still remember him in my notebook hard disk. He has forgotten everything, which is the last thing he wants to forget. Whether it is luck or pain, I can't say, but I feel that nature is chaotic and has a faint sadness. At this time, there was a strange current from the BIOS, and I felt the expression of the hard disk changing, from indifference to excitement, from excitement to sadness, from sadness to ecstasy. I heard the sound of hard disk a long time ago, and now I say "IBM, you're back" to the notebook hard disk with a voice of surprise and excitement after I restore my memory. Later, the BIOS told me that he didn't sleep. Since those files were hidden in the hard disk, he expected such an ending, so he secretly put some of them in the backup. "Fortunately, I am a dual BIOS. Although I don't hide much, it's enough to remind him. "I think it must hurt when the BIOS saves these things." Why did you do that? "Well, we are friends.