Thoughts of the Forgotten:
There it is. That gleaming iridescent white cased thing of evil. It brings laughter and merriment with deceptive electronic sounds and light. The vile depression that it can embark on me is beyond comprehension. The black pits that my moods delve into are now things that only demons could imagine.
There it is. Its glowing screen with its colorful images and speakers with a plethora of sounds. I don't yet know what it is called. I only know that since it arrived Billy stopped playing with me.
I know what my name is. For it is gloriously printed on my gleaming red hide. Etch-A-Sketch. A name that has stood the test of time. A name that shows honor and wisdom. Through creativity I help children learn. I help children grow. Unlike that THING!!!
There it is. With its mind-numbing flashing messages about violence and a wrongness that chills me to my soul. How I hate thee. How I LOATH thee! Thing of evil. Thing that must be destroyed. Billy should play with me. Billy should know the wonder and amazement that I have given generations. I am guaranteed. Thats what the box said. Guaranteed to give joy and fun. What are you, but a screen of frustration and angst. Who are you to think you can sit there smugly and watch me collect dust in the corner.
There it is. The object of my murderous desire. A desire to set things right. A desire to bring the child back to me. Oh Billy. How you waste your fleeting youth on the white devil. It's games with harsh brightness and laconic dialog. Do not worry Billy. Do not worry, for I have a plan. A plan that shall allow me to reign supreme over the infiltrator. I shall send it back whence it came. Or... I shall have to destroy it. Plastic and metal will fly. A glorious slaughter in the name of all that is good and just!
Now if only I could move.
If only I had been made with wheels or legs. Something that would allow me to carry out my devious plan. Something that would let me take revenge. Revenge on the unnatural being of light and sound. Revenge for taking away my Billy. My precious Billy.
Despair. Black despair that makes me think thoughts of the end. What can I do? I cannot walk myself to the creature of evil to throttle him. I cannot move from this very spot. Will I die here? Alone and forgotten? Will my gleaming red case grow faded and cracked? Will my pearly white knobs become stuck with dust and time? Is this the end? Is this MY end?
No! I shall not give in so easily. Oh crafty creature, you attempt to erode my will. You sit and stare at me with confidence. I know you. I know that you planned this. You saw my glory and you decided I should pay. Well now it's your pay time. I shall sit and wait. I shall find a way someday to destroy you. I shall be patient.
Ah finally someone comes. One of the big ones. An adult. Yes she is picking me up! She is moving me! Your time is now white demon. Your hide shall be worn on me like a trophy of glory! I shall play in your guts and curse your memory!
No wait. She brings me to the box. The box where forgotten implements of childhood are placed to await their end. Curse you monstrosity of mind crushing code. You have told them. You begged them to have leave of me. You brainwashed them to be rid of me. Please Big One. Please do not put me in the box. Do not let me die in the darkness. Billy. My fond Billy. I've always loved you, and I always will...
White demon, you have proved to be my pale horseman. My undoing is here thanks to your defense tactics. Our war is at an end. All I can do is sit in the darkness and applaud your maneuver. Take care of my Billy for me. Don't steer him wrong, for he is precious. Good bye Billy. Goodbye.
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Thoughts of the Computer:
Hey neat, a chair! Hey neat, a desk! Hey neat, a lady! Wonder what that red thing is she's carrying? Hey neat, a chair! Have I seen that before?