9The Life of Saved Files
Hello everyone. I am here to tell you about my life. You're wondering who I am, right? You probably think I'm just some nerdy kid at a computer wasting his time with stupid stories. Well, you're wrong. I have finally found the secret to… I don't know how to word this. To… control myself? No, that makes me sound like a three year old. I can… I can… HA! That's it. I have found out how to write myself. I am a computer file. I have come to Fiction press to share my story. My friends, you will finally know what happens every time you save something on your computer. I know. I know what it is like to be saved. And opened. And saved. This is my story.
The boy finished typing. He looked over his story and smiled. He thinks he has made something wonderful that everyone should enjoy. He looks at his watch and gasps. He quickly presses the "File" button. A searing pain passes through me. He moves the mouse down, finally stopping at "Save As". He clicks it, and I feel that horrible pain again.
I hear muffled words in the background. The boy turns towards the noise and says something incomprehensible. I am so glad I can not understand human speech. They talk so much.
The boy jumps up, and runs off. I breath a sigh of relief. Yes, yes. I can breath. I am glad he didn't minimize… or exit. That would have been not have been enjoyable. Of course you are wondering you I am capable of thinking, seeing, hearing, and breathing. Yes readers, I exist. I am what people would call a byte. What?! You may say. A byte? That is what you store things on!
No. A byte is a creature like me. I am humanoid in appearance. My skin is a sparkling blue. Personally, I think it's very girly and that male bytes should have different color skin, but I can't change that.
We are what contain all your silly files. We must hold it all on our shoulders. Sometimes one of the bytes finally can't hold anymore and dies, that is why you sometimes lose data. When we die, we disintegrate and are transferred to emails or IMs. There, we forever become words in box. It is not fun being words in a box.
How would you know? You ask. You have already said that you are a… byte! Well, that is true. But I was once words in a box. But that's a different story. Or at least chapter.
Anyway, there are limited amounts of bytes. When the bytes run out, MB have to start being used. They are like bytes, except ten times larger, muscular, and a deep green color. I envy them.
When MB's start being used, the computer starts to become slower. That is because MB's are slower. It takes longer to send out MB's so there is a temporary stop in all processes until they reach the destination. That is when the computer pauses for a second.
This is all making sense now, isn't it? I am telling he truth. This isn't a lie. Are you intrigued? Do you want to know more? I will resume in the next chapt… oh no! The boy is back! What is he clicking? NO! Don't minimize! I'm not do-
Zoop!
End of chapter one