The third panel reminds me of how much I hate telling an old computer to transfer then delete important files (precious memories) just to be replaced with a new computer.
I still have an old broken hard drive with WinME on it. The drive doesn't work anymore, but I know she's still there waiting for me.
Hell, when i was a kid my mother was always angry after, every time she trow away my old broken toys, i would go hiding and bring then back, she would get so mad at me when she found out. I still like that, i never trow anything with personal value, my cell phone is 7 year old, he died last year, i still keep him, almost like a talisman, and to remember the good times with old friends.
Her shell still sits in the corner of my room.My new PC has become her little sister.I scolded her when she got a virus and pulled her power. It was like I had physically treaded on her.A large, ugly crack ran through her display.One day, I accidentally stepped on her while I was cleaning my room.Even still, I continued to use her.My girl really was a blockhead. I had to use Ctrl+Alt+Del every single day.When I'd get fed up with her, I would think, "Maybe I should just trade her out for a Mac."Strangely, she did her job diligently.Is it...Is it all done?After a short while, I told her to transfer all the files she held deep in her heart to an external disc.And then she died.