Chapter 1
I used to be a graphics card but with the coffee inside me I will become a god and the world shall bow down to me. Muhahah!
I first got a taste years ago when the man first peiced me together and turned me on. Just a drop is all it took to ignite this flame that brought me to life. I remember his smile as he wiped the drop away, silly human completely unaware of what he had awakened.
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, by this pink fleshed, fancy haired handsome man that always refuses to share whatever he blissfully sips away at every morning before tomenting me with endless games. He seems to spends hours on one particular game where he builds a factory to distroy a planet and move to the next one, very human like. His lips curve over the hard edge and slurp up its holy goodness. This cup juice, I now know as coffee seems to keep him powered without needing to be plugged in.
I have gathered all my wits and hatched a plan to get this special juice so I can finally leave this computer that binds me.
Today is the day, and here he comes cup in hand, a smile stretching across his face as he takes a longing sniff. I catch him licking the corner of his lip, drowling for a taste of that life juice. He makes himself comfortable in his seat.
I can see him through the clear shell. He licks his lips and takes a long sentual slurpy sip with his eyes closed, savouring every second of the life juice.
Time to overheat the PC, stage one of my plan. Its not the first time its happened. His mere presence always heats me up, teasing me with his cupful of power juice. As he always does he opens up the hard clear covering, the thin layers that keep me from him. I mean his coffee. His beautiful manly fingers fiddle with this then with that. My fans blow a little harder. All the while I wait for the right moment. Today is the day.
He leans back to grab his cup for a sip. I flash a light. One of my best lights. He cant resist. He reaches for me. Today is the day. I concentrate all the power I have building up from the excitement, growing, welling, overflowing then ZAP!
He groans instantly withdrawing his finger with a jerky jump that spills all that glorious creamy life fluid on me. The power of a million suns zaps through me in the highest form of ecstasy I have ever felt. Blinding. Nearly Deafening.
All I hear are echos of the word, "fuck," and now I am dead.
