Agent X6

Yesterday I hated computers.  Specifically I hated mine.  Even after I paid for the sweat and toil of an expert, what I had returned to me from the Computer hospital were two warriors who were weaker and not up to full speed.  They functioned as if in a fog or maybe more like they limped and gimped as they performed their most routine of duties.   Having suffered wounds so deep, the effect would always be part of what life remained inside their copper wired souls.  But they were back and Life was almost back to normal.

I dealt with their failings as long as they did not affect my day to day business.  But I soon discovered that besides not having a CD/Rom player anymore, my USB magical port of call for data transferred from the outposts to the home base was non functioning.

This was unacceptable.  I could deal with slow.  I could deal with no CDs.  There was already hours of music safely saved within the gulliwots of my hard drive.  But not being able to pass documents back and forth on the magic memory sticks was too much.  I called my local computer whiz kid.  He took control of my ailing friend and the screen went mad.  Windows opened.  Windows closed.  Dark recesses were visited by probing mice.  The computer shut down.  The computer started back up.  More windows, more patrols by the mouse patrol.  And then in the utility manager an unknown agent, a sneaky saboteur, an evil program lurked.  His name - "Agent X6".  And he was up and running amok.

Over the phone which was on speaker, "There he is, the little bastard."  Click and the counter agent mouse clicked Agent X6 off.  "You should be all set now Mike......'Puter might not work like you remember, but it works.  See ya."  And my local whiz kid relinquished control to me again.

And now I sit typing while Neil Young's "Southern Man" blasts through my ear phones and the USB port o call is eagerly accepting new cargo. 

Oh Happy Day...................................