One day, one of my superior gave me an assignment.
One quick look at the templates, I know this is one hell of an assignment.
So many numbers… What the fuck are those numbers trying to say to me?
So many numbers that I know not what are they trying to tell me.
Inside of my head those mute numbers begin to made mockery of me.
Probably I should try to stare harder at his cursed numbers.
Fuck…
It’s probably easier to work with a crack pimp whore than with these numbers.
I hate it feeling so helpless like this.
I stare once again at the monitor…
I probably should try to interpret them.
Now it doesn’t seem to be as mute again.
I begin to be able to tell what those numbers trying to tell me.
I begin to be able to see the connection between bunches of number to another bunches. My fingers starting to grow a life of its own, moving so eloquently between the dirty keyboards as if those cursed numbers begin to build an intimate & passionate carnal love with it.
3 Hours pass, minutes gone by in haste.
I stare to my monitor, but this time with anticipation and intense passion.
Just as my fingers about to reach climax from their newfound affair with the dirty keyboard…
Just as I feel those cursed numbers starting to open up to me…
Just as a new horizon of knowledge beyond belief arises from my monitor screen…
Only a few minutes away from finishing the beautiful artwork I made with my fingers, keyboards and those cursed numbers.
I think faster, I type faster, damn it… This is probably what they call non sexual orgasm… Yessss… I’m so darn close from finishing the whole damn thing…
All the sudden, an unexpected blackout, my monitor screen went blank.
And I remembered I had not saved my works…
All those works…
The artworks that came from my fingers and keyboard carnal affair…
Gone…
My knee went limp and my mind went blank
Fuck…
Probably to work with a crack pimp whore is not such a bad idea after all.
Shit… Kenapa sih mesti pake acara mati lampu…
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