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Poisoned Apple
He could scarcely believe it. Months of effort – of planning, of sleepless nights – wiped out in matters of seconds.
Oh, how can the apple be poisoned so?
Known for its immunity, most viruses are unable to affect it. Yet, he could deny the truth no longer.
His MacBook Pro is not responding to any of the commands.
Well, every cloud has its silver lining. Or at least he hopes the iCloud has, that the documents have been backed up to the online server.
Then he realises, he has forgotten to switch on the Wi-Fi.
Poisoned Apple indeed.
(99 words)
Well, this happened to me once. I wasn’t using MacBook Pro but rather, some other brand (NEC or Sony Vaio, I forgot which one until I made the switch to MacBook Pro). Google didn’t have a range of services like it does now and auto-saving a copy online was a foreign concept. At least to me.
The whole thing died and my heart along with it. Everything I had on the computer was the only copy. Thank goodness I know of a friend who knows of a friend who knows of a computer whiz. He did some tech mojo and I managed to salvage most of what I had, albeit not the latest updated copy.
But hey, at least I managed to get some things back!
And I never trust technology again. I have different copies of the same document saved in various places.
Talk about paranoia.
If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.
August 8, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a poisoned apple. Let’s explore dark myth. Deconstruct the original or invent something new. Negotiate the shadows, shed light, but go where the prompt leads you!
Respond by August 13, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. Rules & Guidelines.
From the Window Seat 
Once bitten … and then the months, and the years go by, and lax habits begin, and soon the hard-drive looks like a swamp, and where to begin. Yikes. And now I’m panicked. Thank you for your gentle reminder
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Hahaha, first lesson in computer is not to turn it on but to learn not to trust it…LOL
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I bought my first computer back in the last century. I have had lightning strikes, motherboard burn outs, the hard-drive’s refusal to work, and no one knew why, and several other slow or fast demises. I’m not sure how many machines. But so far the only data I’ve lost was on a 31/2 inch floppy which no machine will now read. Bo-hoo. And I hope I haven’t talked this up
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Ooh, I can understand the pain. Wow, 3&1/2inch floppy disks! Haven’t heard about those in a while. Used to store 1 simple presentation and maybe a few documents. Now, even if it can be read, I don’t think it’s big enough for even half a mp3! LOL
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They were okay for word docs. Back in the day. I even had some images on them too. But … all gone.
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Ouch, I feel your pain…
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Others experience more poignant losses.
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Haha. Sometimes, the simple things in life stump us the most. Lol. I really enjoyed this, Tien!
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Haha, isn’t it? It is usually the little things that makes me throw my hands up in disgust and go “really?!” LOL
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You are growing and surprising us every day with your mad skills!
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Awww, that comment mean a lot to me 🙂 Thank you! 😀
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