The life of a computer… I’m not even a year old, and I’m already moving to my third location. My owner, you see, he’s got a number of boxes sitting around. It appears I am destined to be boxed up yet again! I’m sick and tired of this. I must protest, sir!
How am I to be a computer in a box? I will have no electricity, no connection to current events, no part of the network, no speakers through which to work my manipulative audio powers. This, sir, is terrible.
Alas, this is the life I lead. I knew it would be when I signed up for the gig, I just didn’t realize how often I’d have to climb into boxes. Damn boxes!