Love. What is love? Love is the willingness and more importantly, the action of risking your very life to save another. It is only through this selfless act that the true phenomenon of love occurs. That’s what I learned as the mass of lead tore its way through muscle and bone. As I dropped to floor, the room spinning like a carousel of colors, I noticed that only one thing remained perfectly still: my love.
I felt no pain at all; just a calmness. I couldn’t describe it to you. The most eloquent words in any language, dead or current, could never describe the sense of peace, calm, and serenity I felt at that moment.
In what seemed like hours, but what may have been only milliseconds, the inner workings of the universe were explained to me in the minutest detail. I was no scientist; just a hacker. I never should have understood what was explained to me, but I did. I don’t know who explained it or why. I only know that after hearing all there was to hear, I looked over to give my love a reassuring glance. Only, once my eyes stopped moving and my brain stopped processing, I found that my love was not there.
The beginnings of panic set in. Where was my love? Why did I where matching socks? Damn my nose is big! I tried to focus on anything but my love. Finally, my mind settled on one particular thing: the pain. The pain was back, the calmness was gone, and panic had finally gripped me. I screamed as loud and for as long as I could. I looked around the room and realized that the people who’d shot me had fled.
Knowing that the area was safe, I picked myself up off the floor and stood amidst the remains of my once cozy apartment. My love was gone. The thieves had stolen it and I knew that at that very moment, those thieves were doing unearthly things to my love. As I shambled around the room, still in a wild frenzy, I kicked a heavy metallic object across the floor. I stopped and glanced in the direction the object slid. It was the gun. The same gun the thieves had used on me just moments before. I picked it up and checked the magazine. There was one bullet left. I cocked the pistol, held the cold barrel against the side of my throbbing head and pulled the trigger.
Remember how I told you that everything in the universe was explained to me? Let me tell you this: knowledge is nothing without my computer. And the thought of those thieving b******* loading Windows on my Linux machine pushed me over the edge. I could never live with Windows.