Post by Parker Park on Aug 26, 2017 3:24:30 GMT
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This was supposed to be just another regular house call to fix someone's computer. Parker had gotten a message on Spectrum from someone claiming to be a Pharaoh asking him to fix his computer, and he was much intrigued. Weren't Pharaohs some old Egyptian thing you covered briefly in school? Still, his interest was piqued, and he could probably ask some questions about ancient Egypt if the guy turned out to be a legit super old dude. [break][break]
Well, he hadn't seemed... Super old. As far as he could tell, Parker thought the guy looked like one of the people from the nineties, the emu-whatchamacallits who dyed their hair insane colors and wore eyeliner and enjoyed being rude and distant to everyone. This seemed about right - the eyeliner was intense, and if he wasn't mistaken, that was a copious amount of hair gel being used to get that hair to stand up like that. Geez. How did someone even have the time in the morning to do that? [break][break]
This was how Parker found himself sitting at the Pharaoh's table, with almost all of his tools pulled out and a half-disassembled laptop in front of him. The thing was totally fucked up, that was for sure. It looked to be about eight years old, complete with cheeto dust covering the motherboard and a suspicious wrapper wedged near the battery. "Sorry to say this, sir, but your computer appears to have been a plate before it became your device. If you can afford it, I would highly recommend you buy a brand new computer; I can show some good ones, if you'd like." It sounded like such a dick move that repair did to make some cash, but this computer was truly and utterly full of crap. [break][break]
He cleared his throat. "Now, I can continue working on it, if that's what you want. I'll have to go through it and make sure that there's no malware or anything on it, and it should be good for another year if you take care of it properly," Parker added, stopping his work for a minute to look up at the man.
This was supposed to be just another regular house call to fix someone's computer. Parker had gotten a message on Spectrum from someone claiming to be a Pharaoh asking him to fix his computer, and he was much intrigued. Weren't Pharaohs some old Egyptian thing you covered briefly in school? Still, his interest was piqued, and he could probably ask some questions about ancient Egypt if the guy turned out to be a legit super old dude. [break][break]
Well, he hadn't seemed... Super old. As far as he could tell, Parker thought the guy looked like one of the people from the nineties, the emu-whatchamacallits who dyed their hair insane colors and wore eyeliner and enjoyed being rude and distant to everyone. This seemed about right - the eyeliner was intense, and if he wasn't mistaken, that was a copious amount of hair gel being used to get that hair to stand up like that. Geez. How did someone even have the time in the morning to do that? [break][break]
This was how Parker found himself sitting at the Pharaoh's table, with almost all of his tools pulled out and a half-disassembled laptop in front of him. The thing was totally fucked up, that was for sure. It looked to be about eight years old, complete with cheeto dust covering the motherboard and a suspicious wrapper wedged near the battery. "Sorry to say this, sir, but your computer appears to have been a plate before it became your device. If you can afford it, I would highly recommend you buy a brand new computer; I can show some good ones, if you'd like." It sounded like such a dick move that repair did to make some cash, but this computer was truly and utterly full of crap. [break][break]
He cleared his throat. "Now, I can continue working on it, if that's what you want. I'll have to go through it and make sure that there's no malware or anything on it, and it should be good for another year if you take care of it properly," Parker added, stopping his work for a minute to look up at the man.
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