There he is, staring into me, with his one cold, unblinking green eye.
Daring me.
Imploring me.
Challenging me.
Mocking me.
"You think you're so fucking cool!" I say to him. But the impassive visage of the great satan does not crack into a sneer. He barely acknowledges my existence.
Despite how close he and I are. How much time I've spent with him... he just stares and hums.
Monomelodically.
Smug. Superior.
Unmoving. Cold.
Rat bastard knows I need him. But like a petulant child he just sits peering in my soul pretending he doesn't owe me the common courtesy of acknowledgement.
"BEAST! TEMPTER! WELL-DRESSED TURD! GIVE ME WHAT I NEED! RELENT! YIELD! PERISH! SUBMIT!
I AM YOUR MASTER!"
I scream finally breaking. I pull his face to mine. My breath coming out in mad irratic blasts. His mastered and perfect features dew-misted by my shallow, rasping spittle.
Hours pass in silence.
Hours pass in unanswered pleas and bribery.
Finally
I reach behind him, and pull the plug from the wall.
The monotonous hum ceases, and the green eye fades.
"something with the video card I just know it..."
