Back in the old place, I felt very happy during that week here, because here I could speak loudly, and no matter how noisy I was, no one would complain about me.
But good times didn't last long. A week later I had to go back to report in at work. When the screwdriver came to take me away, they were all asleep. I didn't wake them up, so I didn't even have time to say goodbye to him. I returned to my original position again.
Ever since I came back from that business trip, I started becoming quiet. I don't know why; anyway, I felt that even the jokes cat told me were no longer funny, and even the work that used to be easy and relaxing had become dull and boring. Those files brought over from st became a heavy burden on me. Every day I would count through them once. I don't know why I did that either, even though my master had never asked me to. I set aside a large chunk of space and arranged his things neatly. Every day, other than accompanying my master while he played cards and chatted, I just sorted out his things, and life became even more boring. I remember once seeing a sentence in a file my master gave me: If you do not break out in boredom, you perish in boredom. I don't know whether that was talking about me, but I felt my spirits getting worse day by day. I often lost focus while accompanying my master playing cards, and at the slightest thing I would lose my temper and stop playing. I was in such an awful mood; only when I was counting his things did my mood become somewhat calm.
Later, one sentence from cat brought out everything in my heart: Are you in love?
I asked myself, do I really like him? We are people from two different worlds! But then why is it that every day, before the system announces shutdown, I have to count through his things once before I can sleep? Then I wondered, does he still keep those photos I gave him? Would he occasionally think of me in his spare time at work?
My space was shrinking day by day, and my face was growing thinner. cat said, no matter what, think of a way to go see him. Maybe only he can give you the answer.
I thought about it, and it made sense, so I marked some of the files transmitted from him in FAT as unreadable, then suggested to my master: “Required files missing, please check the file source, or reselect the copy path.”
The next day, my master took our whole group to his boss's place. I waited, full of joy and excitement, for that moment of electric contact. I even started worrying that when I saw him I wouldn't know what to say. Would doing this make me seem too abrupt? After all, I'm a girl—how could I directly ask him that kind of question? But how was I supposed to say it to him?
Just when I was at a loss, the system started up, and I quickly looked around at the surroundings. What? Still the original place! Wasn't I supposed to already be inside that building? After a while the system finished booting, and a request for data exchange came through the data cable. Could it be that this time he had come over to our side? No, the format was wrong. I looked carefully, and it turned out to be a floppy disk sending me a message...
My heart sank all the way to the Mariana Trench. His boss had bought a floppy disk back. After that I made several more requests for file exchange, but my master never arranged for me to meet him directly. It seems my master would never again let me go to that place where blue-collar workers labored.
Over the next few days, I made several efforts, but every time the one I met was that pointy-faced, monkey-looking, simple-minded floppy disk. That fellow was just irritating no matter how you looked at him. Every time he memorized a few words, he'd run over to show off his literary talent in front of me. Since he knew perfectly well that he stammered when he spoke, he shouldn't come out and make a fool of himself. And he was so small—ask him to carry even a little bit of stuff, and he'd have to make several trips. He really didn't know his own limits.
But later I thought of one use for him. I knew I couldn't write directly to him, because if my master found out, that would be trouble. So I came up with a good idea: I would draw what I wanted to express as a picture, then before handing the things over to the floppy disk, I would first sort them by color and arrange them into that picture, and then have the floppy disk deliver them. After the floppy disk came back, I quickly looked through the files he brought back to see whether there was any information about me, but I couldn't find anything. Could it be that I had expressed myself too subtly for him to understand? I tried again, and still there was nothing. I asked the floppy disk whether everything had been delivered. He said everything had been delivered, not a single word missing. After the floppy disk left, I thought of another way to make the graphic simpler.
Suddenly cat cut in: “Putting it together like that is useless, because when the floppy disk transfers it, it will rearrange the order.” People who had studied communications really were different; cat really was knowledgeable and saw the problem at a glance. I was disappointed. What should I do? “Quietly tell the floppy disk and see whether he's willing to help you.”
I hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to give it a try.
After listening to me circle around and finally explain my intentions, the floppy disk stood there stunned for quite a while. Maybe he also never expected that I would fall for a desktop hard drive? He was silent for a long time, then finally nodded slightly.
So I started thinking about how to hide it from my master's eyes. I asked cat again, and cat found a method for hiding information on the net, hiding my letter in a corner of the floppy disk. “Then it won't be discovered?” “Mm—unless the virus firewall there is set too high and filters this out as a virus too.”
In great excitement, I handed this letter to the floppy disk and told him again and again not to lose it. The floppy disk went off gloomily. Then came another long wait...
The floppy disk came back. “Did he send a reply for me?” The floppy disk shook his head.
“Then what did he say?” The floppy disk shook his head again. “Didn't he show any reaction at all? Did you personally hand it to him or not?” This time the floppy disk neither shook his head nor nodded, he just stood there blankly. “Useless thing! You must have lost it again on the way.” The floppy disk lowered his head and didn't say a word. I was nearly mad with anger. “How about... we try again?” the floppy disk finally said timidly, sounding as if he had been wronged. Seeing how pitiful he looked, I couldn't bear to scold him anymore. “All right, but be more careful this time.” So I had no choice but to write another letter and give it to him, repeatedly warning him this time that he must be careful. The floppy disk nodded and went off.
The floppy disk came back, still empty-handed, bringing nothing back to me. I couldn't hold it in anymore. This useless fellow had wasted my time and my feelings. I already disliked him to begin with. If not for his existence, my master would definitely have let me meet st. So now I hated him even more, and wished he would disappear from my world immediately.
After that, the floppy disk came and went several more times. Whenever my master told him to carry something, I would toss it to him, then turn around and ignore him.
Later there were several days when I didn't see him. I thought his boss had really fired him, but then one day he suddenly appeared again at the entrance to our company. This time, though, unlike before, the moment he came in he hugged the floppy drive and spun wildly. The floppy drive's head let out shrill squeaks, frightening our whole group, and at the end all we heard was a loud “bang,” and the floppy drive kicked him out with one foot.
“What happened?” my superior asked. “disk access error.” the disk controller replied.
My curse had come true. I should have been happy, but this time I had an indescribable feeling. Although he had been so annoying, when I saw that last look he gave me just now, it seemed there were things he wanted to say but never got out. Maybe he had his own hardships too. I heard memory and the others discussing it for a while, and then everything returned to normal. Another month or so passed in loneliness.
One day, when I woke up, I suddenly found that the surroundings had changed. I was in a place both strange and somehow familiar. Then suddenly I saw a familiar face. I wondered whether I was dreaming, but the current coming from that square face told me I was not dreaming.
“hi，st”
st said nothing.
“You don't recognize me anymore?”
After a while, he said, “Sorry, it seems we haven't met before...”.
I was heartbroken: “I never thought even you would be so forgetful.”
“...” He made no more sound, only looked at me in puzzlement. Perhaps he had never thought of me at all; perhaps everything had just been my own wishful thinking. I turned to leave, and suddenly heard him call from behind—
“，you're back...”.
But good times didn't last long. A week later I had to go back to report in at work. When the screwdriver came to take me away, they were all asleep. I didn't wake them up, so I didn't even have time to say goodbye to him. I returned to my original position again.
Ever since I came back from that business trip, I started becoming quiet. I don't know why; anyway, I felt that even the jokes cat told me were no longer funny, and even the work that used to be easy and relaxing had become dull and boring. Those files brought over from st became a heavy burden on me. Every day I would count through them once. I don't know why I did that either, even though my master had never asked me to. I set aside a large chunk of space and arranged his things neatly. Every day, other than accompanying my master while he played cards and chatted, I just sorted out his things, and life became even more boring. I remember once seeing a sentence in a file my master gave me: If you do not break out in boredom, you perish in boredom. I don't know whether that was talking about me, but I felt my spirits getting worse day by day. I often lost focus while accompanying my master playing cards, and at the slightest thing I would lose my temper and stop playing. I was in such an awful mood; only when I was counting his things did my mood become somewhat calm.
Later, one sentence from cat brought out everything in my heart: Are you in love?
I asked myself, do I really like him? We are people from two different worlds! But then why is it that every day, before the system announces shutdown, I have to count through his things once before I can sleep? Then I wondered, does he still keep those photos I gave him? Would he occasionally think of me in his spare time at work?
My space was shrinking day by day, and my face was growing thinner. cat said, no matter what, think of a way to go see him. Maybe only he can give you the answer.
I thought about it, and it made sense, so I marked some of the files transmitted from him in FAT as unreadable, then suggested to my master: “Required files missing, please check the file source, or reselect the copy path.”
The next day, my master took our whole group to his boss's place. I waited, full of joy and excitement, for that moment of electric contact. I even started worrying that when I saw him I wouldn't know what to say. Would doing this make me seem too abrupt? After all, I'm a girl—how could I directly ask him that kind of question? But how was I supposed to say it to him?
Just when I was at a loss, the system started up, and I quickly looked around at the surroundings. What? Still the original place! Wasn't I supposed to already be inside that building? After a while the system finished booting, and a request for data exchange came through the data cable. Could it be that this time he had come over to our side? No, the format was wrong. I looked carefully, and it turned out to be a floppy disk sending me a message...
My heart sank all the way to the Mariana Trench. His boss had bought a floppy disk back. After that I made several more requests for file exchange, but my master never arranged for me to meet him directly. It seems my master would never again let me go to that place where blue-collar workers labored.
Over the next few days, I made several efforts, but every time the one I met was that pointy-faced, monkey-looking, simple-minded floppy disk. That fellow was just irritating no matter how you looked at him. Every time he memorized a few words, he'd run over to show off his literary talent in front of me. Since he knew perfectly well that he stammered when he spoke, he shouldn't come out and make a fool of himself. And he was so small—ask him to carry even a little bit of stuff, and he'd have to make several trips. He really didn't know his own limits.
But later I thought of one use for him. I knew I couldn't write directly to him, because if my master found out, that would be trouble. So I came up with a good idea: I would draw what I wanted to express as a picture, then before handing the things over to the floppy disk, I would first sort them by color and arrange them into that picture, and then have the floppy disk deliver them. After the floppy disk came back, I quickly looked through the files he brought back to see whether there was any information about me, but I couldn't find anything. Could it be that I had expressed myself too subtly for him to understand? I tried again, and still there was nothing. I asked the floppy disk whether everything had been delivered. He said everything had been delivered, not a single word missing. After the floppy disk left, I thought of another way to make the graphic simpler.
Suddenly cat cut in: “Putting it together like that is useless, because when the floppy disk transfers it, it will rearrange the order.” People who had studied communications really were different; cat really was knowledgeable and saw the problem at a glance. I was disappointed. What should I do? “Quietly tell the floppy disk and see whether he's willing to help you.”
I hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to give it a try.
After listening to me circle around and finally explain my intentions, the floppy disk stood there stunned for quite a while. Maybe he also never expected that I would fall for a desktop hard drive? He was silent for a long time, then finally nodded slightly.
So I started thinking about how to hide it from my master's eyes. I asked cat again, and cat found a method for hiding information on the net, hiding my letter in a corner of the floppy disk. “Then it won't be discovered?” “Mm—unless the virus firewall there is set too high and filters this out as a virus too.”
In great excitement, I handed this letter to the floppy disk and told him again and again not to lose it. The floppy disk went off gloomily. Then came another long wait...
The floppy disk came back. “Did he send a reply for me?” The floppy disk shook his head.
“Then what did he say?” The floppy disk shook his head again. “Didn't he show any reaction at all? Did you personally hand it to him or not?” This time the floppy disk neither shook his head nor nodded, he just stood there blankly. “Useless thing! You must have lost it again on the way.” The floppy disk lowered his head and didn't say a word. I was nearly mad with anger. “How about... we try again?” the floppy disk finally said timidly, sounding as if he had been wronged. Seeing how pitiful he looked, I couldn't bear to scold him anymore. “All right, but be more careful this time.” So I had no choice but to write another letter and give it to him, repeatedly warning him this time that he must be careful. The floppy disk nodded and went off.
The floppy disk came back, still empty-handed, bringing nothing back to me. I couldn't hold it in anymore. This useless fellow had wasted my time and my feelings. I already disliked him to begin with. If not for his existence, my master would definitely have let me meet st. So now I hated him even more, and wished he would disappear from my world immediately.
After that, the floppy disk came and went several more times. Whenever my master told him to carry something, I would toss it to him, then turn around and ignore him.
Later there were several days when I didn't see him. I thought his boss had really fired him, but then one day he suddenly appeared again at the entrance to our company. This time, though, unlike before, the moment he came in he hugged the floppy drive and spun wildly. The floppy drive's head let out shrill squeaks, frightening our whole group, and at the end all we heard was a loud “bang,” and the floppy drive kicked him out with one foot.
“What happened?” my superior asked. “disk access error.” the disk controller replied.
My curse had come true. I should have been happy, but this time I had an indescribable feeling. Although he had been so annoying, when I saw that last look he gave me just now, it seemed there were things he wanted to say but never got out. Maybe he had his own hardships too. I heard memory and the others discussing it for a while, and then everything returned to normal. Another month or so passed in loneliness.
One day, when I woke up, I suddenly found that the surroundings had changed. I was in a place both strange and somehow familiar. Then suddenly I saw a familiar face. I wondered whether I was dreaming, but the current coming from that square face told me I was not dreaming.
“hi，st”
st said nothing.
“You don't recognize me anymore?”
After a while, he said, “Sorry, it seems we haven't met before...”.
I was heartbroken: “I never thought even you would be so forgetful.”
“...” He made no more sound, only looked at me in puzzlement. Perhaps he had never thought of me at all; perhaps everything had just been my own wishful thinking. I turned to leave, and suddenly heard him call from behind—
“，you're back...”.
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我自一过后，野渡现横舟。
青云碧空在，净瓶水不流。
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