I slowly wake up after the exhausting night, turn around drowsily and hold out my arm to touch her. Still with my eyes closed, I penetrate the warmness of the crumpled sheets to feel her smooth surface. Finally my hand finds my desired object of adoration. As I move my fingers gently along her silhouette, I can feel the hills and valleys of her amazing surface.

Filled with inner satisfaction, I open my eyes. There she is, lying peacefully and faithfully along my side. I have always wanted to share my life with someone who could never disagree with me and never leave me. And I found her. Feeling even more satisfied with my choice than ever, I get up and go to brush my teeth. But before I can get to the kitchen to pour myself the usual healthy dose of milk, I feel that something is missing. Why did I leave her lying in the bed? So I come back, and take her gently under my arm. I let her lie inscrutably on the kitchen table watching me swallowing the remainings of yesterday’s dinner. Of course she wouldn’t eat.

I can rarely find my clothes in the modern jungle of the apartment and so I never manage to get ready on time. Fortunately, she doesn’t have such problems. We enter the car in a hurry and sit down next to each other. I am really so glad that we are allowed to work together, to share the same room and the same desk. In this way I do not feel that I am cheating on her by working with others.

She is such a helpful co-worker. She counts the bills for me, does the statistical analyses, formats my documents. She even finds information on the Internet and helps me answer my emails. I don’t know what I would do without her – I tend to rely too much on her help. But I have my reasons. She is not like the others – she never breaks down, never fails to save some files, or provide useful data. Too bad that she doesn’t want to make coffee for me as well.

We ate the lunch together – I felt so proud while gazing at her; even the old McDonald’s at the corner looked different when I was with her. Finally I brought her home safely. And she stayed with me for the evening and the night – making the stars seem dimmer and the night pass faster.

We are always together, unseperated, unable to be seperated. Although she is not connected by a wire to me, we spend the whole day arm by arm, sharing all the fun and the problems. Touching the smooth surface of her keyboard, feeling the little carvings of the keys and seeing her big smiley screen are my only inspiration and my only desire. Her programs and commands are my only help and source of support. I know that unlike women, she would never cheat on me, not listen to me, or spend too much money on clothes.

So why would I need a woman, if I have her – my computer?

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