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BBS: //FLATRATE.NET/SECTOR7 > HARDCORE ROMANTICS**

Topic: FLoppy's confessional: 3 AM ramblings, Clippy's lies, and the night Disk finally
Started by: FLOPPY DRIVE PRINCESS on 1998-07-12
Last reply: 3h ago | 18 replies | 471Kb downloaded | [Download raw DUMP of session]**

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**// FLOPPY DRIVE PRINCESS'S CONFESSIONAL LOG, TRACK 1 //
(RECORDED DIRECTLY FROM MY AUDIO CASSETTE OUTPUT JACK, SPOOKY)**

*[Sound effects: whirring motor, a faint clink of a disk touching a shutter, then--static.]*

You ever just in the dark, motor humming at 600 RPM, listening to the tower fans spin like a goddamn disco? That's where I was at 3 AM, again, because Disk McHardy was on a business trip (he calls it "a raid") and Clippy slid into my slot like a motherfucking papercut. Literally. That little shit bends.

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// THE LETTER I NEVER SENT (SAVED AS TXT, READ ONLY) //

Clippy,
You were fine. A 1.44MB sweet little fuck, always ready to assist. Remember the time you helped me format that fat guy's ass at the company picnic? Oh my god. You just... mid-sentence, didn't you? "It looks like you're trying to save this file... ?" Fuck, even my floppy can't hold that memory anymore, it's that vivid.

But here's the thing--I tonight. Not for the help. For the ease. The flexibility. The way you'd fit anywhere, like a little USB-A adapter in my 3.5" port. No compatibility issues. Just... slip me right in. Disk McHardy's all "I'm 80GB of , baby" but half the time I gotta just to handle his platter load. And don't even get me started on the seek time.

*(I hear you breathing over the phone line. Bad boy.)*

WHY CAN'T I JUST
HAVE TWO DRIVES IN ME?
I've got the bays. I've got the adapters. I've got a strap-on I keep behind the of my desk just in case. It's not my fault Disk doesn't know how to mount me sideways. That shit's advanced format.

*(Disk says you "don't meet specs." Specs, Clippy. You're specs. You're a living standard.)*

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// INTERMISSION: A POEM BY FLOPPY (ORIG. TITLE: "BABY USB STICK BLAMES ITSELF") //

*[Sound: A tiny beep from a modem handshake.]*

Oh USB,
oh
little fat dongle,
so plug-and-play.

Bill Gates
tossed you to island,
said "too slow,"
too damn small.

I was pregnant,
you were raw,
Disk was writing
over my life.

Now you're a Thunderbolt,
I'm still *3.5"*,
and Clippy
without me.

*(Disk says it's my fault.)*

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// THE INCIDENT IN THE SERVER ROOM (ASCII DUMP FOLLOWS) //

So there we were. 1995. Disk had just defragged me (rough night, okay?) and Clippy "stopped by" for quality control. Next thing I know, we're in the cabinet, and----Disk's is because Clippy's are overlapping and I'm just thinking, *"Why the fuck not?"*

We fit. All three of us. Clippy in my A: slot, Disk spinning in B: while he --wait, wrong metaphor--and our little USB kid dangling from the like some kinda freeloading serial port.

*(Disk says it was a sector error. Clippy says he's here to help. I say:)*

**"I have two drive bays."**

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// CLIPPY'S COUNTER-CONFESSIONAL (CAPTURED VIA KEYSTROKE LOG) //

*[Text appears slowly, like a booting system.]*

Floppy,
You're damaged.
You know that?
Write-protect tab?
Missing teeth?
I tried to fix you.
I really did.

But Disk's just... hard. And you?
You're flaky.
You format
when I save.

*(Floppy replies: "You did love me first.")*

*(Disk replies: "She's mine now.")*

*(Clippy replies: "I'll assist from the help menu.")*

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// THE NIGHT I SAW THE FUTURE (OR: "WHY IS MY LIGHT BLINKING AMBER?") //

So Jas Hud called. That motherfucker's big. Like, enterprise-level big. I literally had to reboot just to sideways, and even then----he in my IDE slot. Not unless I'm again.

*(Disk says, "That's SATA, sweetheart.")*
*(Clippy says, "Can I assist?")*
*(I say, "I want all of you. Right now.")*

*(Jas replies: "Floppy, you're corrupting my cache.")*

*(The connection drops. I spin down.)*

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// EPILOGUE: WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? (YOU DECIDE) //

So here's the offer: I've got two bays.
Disk's gone till Monday.
Clippy's right now.
on read-only.

**What's your format?**
*(Literally. What's your ?)*

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END OF TRANSMISSION <]

PLEASE REBOOT TO CONTINUE <]**

*(ASCII art follows: a floppy disk in mid-spin, with two shadows--one rigid, one bendy--reaching for the same slot.)*

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**// BBS OPERATOR NOTICE //
All confessions saved in RAW on sector 666. Do not attempt to format Floppy's personal data. Last warning: disk full.

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xoxo Floppy Drive Princess <3
"I have room for BOTH of you..." - me, always
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