Whispers of Microchips
Remember the days when our computers were more than just tools? They were companions, whispering secrets through their cooling fans, sharing little microchip stories when we weren't looking.
I still imagine the tiny sentiments they held, those pieces of silicon. Dreams of a time they could speak, whispering sweet nothings in binary, reminiscing their own version of life.
Do you recall the sound of dial-up, the symphonic warble before each connection, like the voice of a timid friend preparing to share a long-awaited secret?
These microchips, our silent allies, witnessed our youthful dreams and late-night musings. They might've wished for tales of their own, stories locked away in silicon jails.