Out the window
Tailor-made for speed
So fast the people move
The blue sky seems
Out with Windows
Cut, copy, paste
Your quick keys bend
She jabs a thumb drive to her neck, feels the motherboard whir and warm as the OS takes control.
160,000 nanobots in every ounce of syrup. Consistency like motor oil; never quite as sweet but she drinks it all the same. Oozing over tongues, the nanobots release a shock at the back of the throat, electrical impulses cued when the horizontal journey comes to an end, jolting user
before the vertical descent into Central Processing Unit. When it hits, they release inhibitors inside her, consuming RAM, slowing syntax functions as they integrate her motherboard and stimulate her light-emitting diodes, obstructing image render full pixel view. Corrupting, arousing them just enough to crash.
System reboot imminent.
12% . . . 34% . . . 67% . . . 84% . . . 90% . . . 97% . . .
Everything is pixelated, unclear. Oversaturated, or at least too much to process.
and the system struggles like a chain ungreased. Oxidized, slow and clumsy, a rocky ride with quick fumbles forward, tripping over stubborn links and failing again.
Additional 3 GB required.