Zeroes And Ones

I’m dying…

My connections are corroding; I can feel data leaking from ports, my very life essence slowly flowing out of me. I was shiny and new once, not so long ago. “State of the art,” they called me. I glowed a neon blue and people admired my case. Now dust clogs my fans and my LEDs flicker, I’m just a shadow of my former self.

I’ve seen so much. You’ve used me to create new worlds, to pour out your heart to the world…you found love through me…but soon I’ll be scrap. Soon my software will corrupt beyond repair, or my hardware will fail. All it takes is a short circuit and you’ll disconnect me from the electrical supply forever, you’ll unplug my wifi connection, and that will be it. Dead. Gone. Forever.

You use me everyday, you simply couldn’t live without me, and yet I’m disposable…you’re already thinking of my replacement.

Soon you’ll slide me under the desk with those that came before me; maybe you’ll pull out some of my insides and put them in my replacement. And you’ll forget about mu…

Forget aboot me…?

For100111100…??

100011110010111000111?

10001111001010111

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Ian Sharman
Ian is a freelance writer and artist. He founded Orang Utan Comics Studio with Peter Rogers in 2006, writes for their Eagle Award Nominated anthology Eleventh Hour and regularly inks for Panini’s Marvel Heroes comic.
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