My meds must not be working because this machine is talking to me folks. I don't mean it's whispering sweet nothings. It's screaming, 'Take me home, overclock me, tweak me, make me eat cheese.'
I can see right through that overcool exterior and that chilly core. Inside beats a heart that aches for me and I intend to make that heart beat with all the passion this physical universe allows.
I'm besotted by the consistency of her components. The world screams for the most precious jewels but this machine is true to itself. This machine and I understand each other. What's more, we need each other.