Originally Posted by frickfrock99
My favorite fan...
Heh, where do I begin?
It was 15 years ago that I first met Mariah. She was beige, blocky, and full of possibilities. The flashy new girl in town that everybody wanted to be with. Brains, looks, and money. Mariah had it all. Yet, by some glorious twist of fate, we fell in love.
I promised her we'd see the entire World Wide Web together. Each night, I would cradle all 45 pounds of her on my lap as we chased hyperlink after hyperlink. From .com to .gov, we did it all. There wasn't a single firewall or a trojan out there that could keep us apart. No matter what I clicked, she was always up for more.
She was insatiable.
One night, after a particularly strenuous browsing session, she made a little yelp. "How cute", I said as I affectionately stroked her warm chassis. It wasn't uncommon for her to make little squeals of joy when we were spending time together, she did it all the time. I found it comforting to know I made her as happy as she made me. Several minutes later, she lets out another yelp. This one was much louder than the previous one and gave me quite a shock. "Mariah?" I whispered to her in a concerned tone. It was getting late, perhaps she just needed to rest for the night. After all, she was no longer the spry 200 Mhz gal she was in her youth. We both knew getting old would be a natural part of our relationship. Of course, that didn't mean we were going to let it happen easily . A springy new mouse, a shiny new screen, and a thorough dusting every 2 weeks. These are all the things Mariah wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige. Although, I always thought she was beautiful just the way she was.
Snapping out of my nostalgic haze, I quickly made the necessary clicks to ensure a speedy shutdown.
But it was too late.
Mariah's final cry of anguish rocked the entire house as she collapsed into a heap before my eyes. My one true love of seven years was gone forever.
After spending the next decade in a depressed slump, I decide to investigate her killer. The part that drove a wedge between me and the greatest connection I'd ever known. Through angry tears, I dissected my once lively bride, determined to find the cause of my lifelong sorrow. Two days later, I came face to face with the beast who had done this to me.
Since that day, I vowed never to be a victim again. That my lifelong pursuit to regain my will to love would return in full force. All of these desires came to fruition, when I found the Noctua Nf-P12. Each time it's blade spun, I felt as if I was being kissed by my own Mariah. Sometimes, when it's late, I can even hear her whispering through the hushed breezes. It's silence gave me the chance to think about all that I had lost, but more importantly, all that I still had. My memories of her will live on forever and it's all thanks to Noctua.
It made my life worth living again.