Nostalgia

The sound card and modem wanted the same number, so neither would speak to the family.

You hammered one function key during boot and hoped Windows entered its beige emergency bunker.

Three keys formed the emergency exit, provided your fingers could reach all of them at once.

The computer replaced everything with blue text and made the youngest person in the house the incident commander.

Little colored blocks moved around for hours and somehow this counted as entertainment.

The computer finished shutting down, then politely waited for a human to finish the electricity.

Microsoft put one button in the corner and taught an entire generation where computing began.

A plastic egg taught an entire generation that notifications were tiny hostage negotiations.

We watched the microwave at midnight, waiting for two missing digits to end civilization.

The button labeled TURBO existed mainly so your fast computer could pretend to be slow.