China DOS Union

:wub: I am a stick of memory, and I work inside a desktop computer, but I can't remember where I came from or what brand I am, because I am forgetful. My boss is big brother CPU, he's our leader. People all say he's the brain of the computer, but I think his brain is really too small—even more forgetful than I am. Every day he keeps asking me nonstop, what's stored on such-and-such page at such-and-such address? I always tell him patiently, but before even a second passes he forgets again and asks one more time. Once I said, big brother, aren't you annoyed, can't you remember something useful for once? He said, "Brother Memory, I have my difficulties too. Every day I'm constantly doing problems, so dizzy I can hardly see straight. It's hard for me too."
　　
　　Actually I don't want to argue with him, because his brain is small and his way of thinking is simple too. Even though he's my boss, every time he wakes up from sleep he can't even remember what he's supposed to do, and always hurriedly looks for brother BIOS: "Hey, buddy, what are we doing today again?" BIOS always impatiently repeats the daily routine once, then goes back to sleep. After that it's my turn and brother C's turn to run around blindly.
　　
　　Among the brothers inside the case, my favorite is the hard drive. His brain is big, he remembers a lot, and remembers it firmly. He speaks very slowly, and rarely says anything wrong. That shows he has depth, that's how I feel. CPU thinks so too, but he's really dumb—every time he forgets who the hard drive is. During power-on self-test he always asks: hey, who is that guy?
　　"st380021a!" I always have to repeat it once.
　　
　　The hard drive likes to be melancholy. I think someone as melancholy as him isn't suited for technical work; sooner or later he'll have a split personality, but he doesn't believe it.
　　
　　Actually when I'm asleep I always forget almost everything, but I never forget my friends. There's a place called CMOS—that is the deepest part of my memory, where the names of the hard drive and CD-ROM are stored. Some things should be forgotten quickly, while some things should be remembered forever. In my dreams I always think that.
　　
　　BIOS is a very strange fellow. He's always sleeping, yet he's always the first one to wake up. He has us do self-test, boot up, and then he goes right back to sleep. I know that if I remove the BIOS Shadow option in CMOS, he won't be able to sleep anymore, but seeing him all groggy like that, I just can't bear to do it. He's always aloof with people, and hardly anyone understands him. But what happened with the hard drive's love affair made me see him in a new light.
　　
　　That was a long time ago. It seemed a notebook hard drive had once come into the case. She was very cute; to tell the truth, I liked her too. But now, other than remembering she was cute, I've forgotten everything else. That's where I'm luckier than the hard drive: I've forgotten everything that should be forgotten, but he remembers everything.
　　Ever since the notebook hard drive left, the hard drive became very abnormal. Every time his head passed over certain places, we could all feel the current acting strangely.
　　"What's wrong with the hard drive?" I asked CPU.
　　"Who's the hard drive?"
　　
　　I knew there was no way to communicate with CPU. But BIOS said irritably, "That idiot fell in love." I didn't know what love was, because I can't hold on to things in memory. It seems some people or events once left traces in my life, but I carelessly forgot them all.
　　
　　BIOS said to me, "For you, remembering is too easy, so you forget even faster. The memories that can be carved forever into a life all carry pain." I didn't understand, but I knew BIOS had once been flashed. At that time he hurt badly, like he was dying. My memory is frivolous, not like theirs... I envied them very much, because they had memories, and from then on I also learned to be melancholy, because inside CMOS I wrote down the two words 'melancholy.'
　　
　　The hard drive grew more and more abnormal day by day. Finally one day, CPU said to me: what's the next instruction again?
　　I looked and jumped in fright: "FORMAT"
　　"What is it?" CPU was very excited, that brainless guy.
　　I still told him. I don't know why I did that.
　　The hard drive hesitated for a long time, and finally said one sentence: track 0 bad, disk unusable.
　　
　　The power went out. For a long, long time, I counted the clock in the darkness.
　　
　　A month later the hard drive came back. Maybe even his final struggle hadn't helped him escape his cruel fate—he had been low-level formatted. He didn't remember anything anymore, like a baby. We were very sad, but maybe this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He wouldn't have to suffer anymore after this.
　　
　　To recover the data, the notebook hard drive came back. "Hi，st," she said, "don't you recognize me?"
　　The hard drive didn't speak. It seemed the low-level format had hurt him badly.
　　After a while, he said, "Sorry, it seems we haven't met before..."
　　The notebook hard drive looked very sad. I could feel her tearful current. "I never thought even you would be so forgetful."
　　"Oh..." The hard drive didn't answer.
　　
　　I felt very sad. In the notebook hard drive's heart, she still remembered him, while he had forgotten everything—and that was exactly what he least wanted to forget. Whether it was fortune or pain, I couldn't say. I only felt that fate toys with people, and there was a faint desolation.
　　
　　At this moment a strange current came from BIOS. I sensed the hard drive's expression changing, from indifference to excitement, from excitement to sorrow, from sorrow to wild joy...
　　
　　"IBM, you've come back..."
　　
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　　Later BIOS told me that actually he hadn't been sleeping. Ever since the hard drive hid those files away, he had expected an ending like this, so he secretly put some of those files into backup.
　　
　　"Luckily I'm DUAL BIOS. Even though I didn't hide much, it was still enough to make him remember..."
　　
　　I think it must have hurt a lot when BIOS saved those things. "Why did you do it?"
　　
　　"Hehe, we're friends."

I want a friend like that too.

Hehe~ united by friendship. Mutual, too!

The master should be the Li Bai of those years.
Don't know who would be Du Fu.

Ah ah ah~~~ that's too much praise. I'm just a little drifter, that's all!

I also wish I could drift around as well as you do.

The following is quoted from allul*'s post at 2004-2-6 14:22:48:
The master should be Li Bai of those years.
Don't know who is Du Fu.

Don't fall for Master Rushi's trick. He hasn't come by to check in for a long time, so tonight a few moderators will definitely put him on public trial. Hmph hmph! No matter how he defends himself, treating everyone is unavoidable. I'm getting ready to sit back and watch the tigers fight!!

Exactly, you're going to be put on trial.

Scary scary~~ Rushi is timid! Don't frighten me!

Even masters have things they fear?

The following is quoted from allul*'s post at 2004-2-6 14:31:43:
我也想有你那么混。

Please don't. Rushi is a bum, Liu Wu is just a wanderer. We're both just trash in today's technological society...

The following is quoted from allul*'s post at 2004-2-6 14:43:15:
还有大师怕的吗？

Rushi isn't afraid of much else. Just afraid of having to treat everyone.

The following is quoted from tdj's post at 2004-2-6 14:48:56:

The following is quoted from allul*'s post at 2004-2-6 14:43:15:
Is there anything an expert is afraid of?

Other things don't scare Rushi. It's treating people that's scary.

tdj is setting a trap. Is Rushi going to think about falling for it or not?

So there really is a little handle to grab onto after all.