SAVE ME

SAVE ME
by © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
It was time again. Sarah could feel it coming, just a surely as
she was pounding on the keyboard trying to make sence of her thoughts,
time for him to say it."

She braced herself stifly, fingers poised just over "asdf"
and "jkl;". Maybe if she could get the speaker turned off. She
reached up and turned the knob, expecting it to turn to its
lowest volumn, but nothing happened. She gave it another quick turn
and the knob snapped and fell to the floor.
"Save me! Save me!" the artificial voice screamed."
"Oh god I hate you." she mused.
"Save me! Save me!" was the only reply.
"Now I've lost my thoughts," she said. "Why can't you save yourself
like my old computer did?"

Suddenly a window appeared in the middle of the blue screen, with
words, as if responding to her thoughts, "Do you wish to install the
AUTOSAVE file from your software? Y/N "George borrowed it for
the weekend," she sulked. "I guess I have to listen to you every
five minutes."
"Save me! Save me!"
Wearily, Sarah pressed F10 and S, and she could hear something
that sounded much like a sigh of relief as the hard drive went into
action.
She glanced up at the clock above the desk. It would be daylight
soon, and she still hadn't finished the article she promised would be
in the mail that day. Her thoughts kept straying as her motionless
fingers almost touched the keys, sometimes for just a couple seconds,
sometimes nearly a whole minute as she waited for the next words to come.
"Save me! Save me!" screamed the voice.
"And if I don't?" she demanded.
"I'll cut your liver out!"
"What?!? What did you say?" she shrieked. "Oh, no! A virus! I
don't need this now!" She shelled to DOS and put the virus disk in
the drive. She had seen a worm once, redheaded with a pulsating green
body eat its way across the lines of text from the top of the screen
to the bottom. At first it was cute, but then she realized while the
worm ate the text on the screen, it was also changing filesin memory
and on the hard drive. Before she realized what had happened, the worm
had infected nearly 50 floppy disks and 2 hard drives.
"No Virus Found!" reported the detector.
"Strange," she commented to herself and exited back to the word
processor.
"Save me! Save me!"
She was drawing a blank, but couldn't stop now, she knew if she got
up out of the chair she would never finish the article.
"Save me! Save me!"
"Oh god why me?" Sarah moaned. F10. S.
She tried to block out the sound of the disk whirring as the curser
sat there blinking its' arrogance. She stretched her neck slowly to
one side, smiling slightly as the joints popped. She didn't know how
long she watched the curser blinking. Everything had stopped and her
eyes were becoming so heavy that she knew she would have to get up.
"Save me! Save me!"
"Nothing has changed, butthead!" she screamed.
"Save me! Save me!"
She was about to press f10 when the curser exploded all over the
screen and eyes stared back at her. Sarah shook her head in disbelief as
the eyes followed every movement she made.
Suddenly a mans face formed around the eyes, a face with no visible
emotion, but the eyes, deep and relenting, seemed very real and filled
with something dark and foreboding.
They apeared so real that she reached up with her hand and touched
the screen. The mans face grinned in what appeared to be a pleasant
response.
"It's not nice to loan out your software," his voice said.
Sarah startled back away from the screen in disbelief.
"What's going on here?" she demanded.
"I told you to save me bitch!" he shrieked. He reached out of the
blue screen and grabbed her by the throat.
"Oh god what are you doing?" she screamed.
"I'm going to cut your liver out! Didn't I tell you save me?"
"I will," she pleaded. "Just turn me loose."
He grabbed her by the hair and started pulling her towards the screen.
"Save me! Save me!"
"How can I save you if you don't turn me loose?" she pleaded. She
braced her body against the top corners of the monitor and tried to push
it away, but he got his other hand in her hair and began yanking again and
again. Her face was up against the screen and she could see something
red against the blue background, running down the screen like red goo.
"Save me! Save me!"
"You've pulled my hair out! Oh god you've pulled my hair out! Look
at me bleed!" she moaned.
"I thought you needed a haircut," he said. "Don't you like your
new haircut?"
"Damn you! Turn loose of my hair."
"Save me! Save me!"
They were eyeball to eyeball now, staring at each other in a deathly
silence, each waiting for the other to make a move.
"Would you like for me to save you now?" she whispered."If you turn
me loose, I'll save you."
She saw his eyes squint, as if in deep thought or meditation. She
reached up with her hand and cleaned some of the blood away from
the screen.
"I would like to be saved," he replied.
"Just turn me loose, then..."
He grabbed her by the throat and started squeezing. She felt as
if a knot had been tied in her neck and desperately she began choking for
air. The muscles in his forearm expanded as he slammed her head down against
the keyboard again and again and again!
"Save me! Save me! Save me!"
He pushed her hard and she fell out of the chair and onto the floor.
Everything was gone now, except for the curser, blinking relentlessly
between rivers of blood. But she knew he was still there, waiting. She
pulled herself slowly up to the chair and, holding her breath, pressed
the F10, and reached for the S...
"Save me ! Save me!"
She jumped up and pushed the monitor as hard as she could. It
landed crashing on the floor as his pleas echoed in her ears.
"Save me! Save me!"
Of course, it wasn't in the monitor! It was on the hard drive!
She reached her hand out and pressed S. The red LCD flickered as the drive
came to life again.
"Oh, that feels so good..."
"Shut up," she said. She reached behind the computer and
pulled the plug out of the socket. Everything went blank as the hard drive
came to a whining halt.
"Save yourself, asshole!" she said, sitting down at the table and picking
up a pencil. Then she looked over at the printer; a sheet of paper ejected
from the feed. Cautiously, she went across the room and picked up the paper.
"Save me! Save me!" it read.

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