It was strange. It was magical.
It was everything I thought it would be.
It was sometimes frustrating, sometimes elating, and even sometimes downright confusing. I couldn’t get her to center an image, but I could get her to put it on the page. She got sassy with me when I didn’t issue the right command, showing on her little instructional screen and (I’m certain) thinking it in a tween-ish voice with that characteristic rolling-eye attitude ,
“Next time just say Bold.”
“Well, FINE, then.” *scoff* “Maybe next time I will.”
But through that trial our relationship has inevitably risen to a new level. Robot — aka my now affectionately named laptop — and I have bonded.
Yes, that’s right. We’re friends now.
I was talking to her and she was hearing my words and doing things I asked her to do. Sure, we had awkward moments — when she thought me asking her to create a new paragraph meant for her to type out “create a new paragraph” — but, overall, we dished out that one page of text like champions, give or take a few grammatical and syntactical errors.
And here is our result.