I was working with my new iBook in a dim room about a year ago. I really couldn't have anticipated what would happen; it was hardly my fault. Perhaps the warmth of the iBook on my thighs lulled me too much; perhaps it was the dim light, and the gentle whirring of the iBook's fan.
In any case, I woke from an odd dream about a tiger to find myself, the iBook, and the room in flames. The melting plastic of the case had charred itself to the skin of my thighs. In agony I attempted to pull the searing iBook off of my lap, but my fingers were charred to uselessness. As the flames and acrid smoke rose from the keys, my eyes blurred and I felt consciousness fade.
And what happened then, you ask?
I died. It is a ghost who is writing this.
(Sorry, no offense meant to anyone - least of all Lord Dunsany. I just couldn't resist. :D)
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