The Case of the Headless Laptop
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NOTE: The *** means who is talking in the following section.
By Kevin Johnson
“Screwdrivers”
“Check!”
“Hammer”
“Check!”
“Pliers”
“Check! That’s it we are all ready to begin the procedure!”
“Alright, let’s do it!” It’s Wednesday night in mid May, we were in the basement of the house. The old, slow, but still working laptop has a messed up (or non-working) screen. A few days before we started the procedure I noticed something: Why should it have a screen if it doesn’t work? Plus it takes up space, why don’t we just get rid of it?” So here I am, screwdriver in hand removing the screws that keep the screen where it is. Then, the power goes out. I just removed the last screw and I pulled apart the laptop screen from the rest of the body.
“Kevin?” asks my assistant, Mike.
“Yes?”
“Should I go get a flash light?”
“Good idea, I’ll stay here.” That probably was not a good idea. As I sat there, the low rumbling sound of a hard drive arose. “That’s odd, I removed the battery.” It put my hand on the black, plastic case of the old Toshiba, and I felt the vibrating of a spinning hard disk. I turned it around, and in the moon light, I could see that no battery was in it. I must be dreaming, I thought to my self. I decided to leave it there and go back upstairs to go help Mike find the flashlight. Bad idea.
As we were busily looking for the flash-light, a different thing happened without us noticing, a small rectangular piece of plastic fell down the stairs.
“I found it!” said Mike, waving it in his hands.
“Great, lets go back downstairs and finish what we were doing.” We didn’t noticed anything funny about the piece of plastic, so we thought that it fell out of the computer.
“That floppy disk must have popped out, I’ll put it back inside. It’s not like it’ll do anything, and anyways it might have something important on it.” I, still thinking about the strange rumbling, agreed to the idea. It’s not spinning anymore, I thought. I grabbed the screen and stuck in in our trash can. While Mike brought the laptop back into the family room. That night we both went to bed. Mike on one hand was snoring away, while I was still wondering about the laptop. Not being able to calm myself down, I went downstairs flashlight in my hand and walked over to the laptop. See, nothing wrong, I thought, but then came a glow from the trash bin.
To be continued…
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