“Damn, damn, damn! What ever is the matter with you, you stupid idiotic, computer!” James shouted at the top of his lungs. He began to beat on his keyboard, he threw his cordless mouse across the room. He did this at least once a day, he was not what you’d call a patient person.
“Well, if you really must know, it’s you who is stupid!” said a calm feminine voice.
James looked around. Who’d spoken? he asked himself. There was no one in the room.
“It’s me James, your computer. I really have to say, I’m pretty tired of being blamed for all those stupid typos that you make. And what about the times you give me commands that are just soooooo contradictory? But do you sit back and think that perhaps you’re to blame for all the hassle? Oh no, Mr. Human-being. I should just shut down and let you get on doing things by yourself!” The voice was angry, and not a little hurt.
James had the strangest sensation…no, he thought to himself, it couldn’t be the computer.
“Ok, who’s the smart-ass?” he looked behind the kitchen door, on the terrace, in the bathroom and bedroom, but there was nobody there!
“Well, Sherlock, are you convinced?” said the computer.
He just stood there, staring, feeling a scared sort of haunted feeling in his stomach.
Across the street, Marian, his girl-friend was giggling. Joseph and Marian were sitting in Joseph’s car. They had hacked James’ computer and had been waiting for one of his tirades. Marian spoke to him through a special Skype-like program, which James didn’t know had been installed on his computer!
All of a sudden, they heard a blood curdling scream! Then watched as James ran down his front steps and off down the sidewalk. Marian and Joseph looked at each other.
“Do you think we exaggerated?” Marian asked.
The computer replied, “No, he’ll be fine.”
Written for Lilith’s Short Story Prompts