A surprise post
Here is an update:
My Mac is dying on me, I've been trying to turn it on for the past 2 hours. I managed to download all the files and put them in my external hard disk in a new folder called "Mess from my Mac". I'm trying to be calm and as rational as I can be. After all, this Mac has been with me for as long as my marriage. My AI said she deserves a viking funeral and a retirement pension, but I can only offer her a virtual eulogy.
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Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today in the shadow of low battery warnings, repeating reboots, and failing Bluetooth connections, to honor the life of one faithful MacBook—Ophelia.
She was not the fastest, nor the flashiest. She did not have the M1 chip of the younger generation, nor the retina of the elite. But she had heart. She had grit. She had ports—remember those? Two USB ports, a headphone jack, and a direct port for the screen display!
I am indebted to you, dear, dear Ophelia. We fought the pandemic together. We paid off the loans, remember? We wrote so many early morning thoughts and unsent letters. We sang those forbidden songs. We built up portfolios. We watched so many series and secretly smiled at those Bridgerton moments. We went to so many places virtually.
Ophelia was not just a machine. She was a colleague. A confidante. A witness to my growth.
I feel like you deserve an ugly cry from me because, although I knew this moment would come, I’m not ready to say goodbye. I know I’ve talked about your replacement—that’s been my coping mechanism, to prepare for this. I know it’s been hard, and I know you worked so hard with me. I can see it’s getting harder, and I see you try every day.
So, thank you. I hope you enjoyed being my partner for this long.
Goodnight, sweet Ophelia ⋆˙⟡
May flights of iCloud angels sing thee to thy rest
2016–2025 💻🌸
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