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The catastrophe that most everyone fears has just happened to me.

My computer crashed. I was checking my email when black lines of code appeared on the screen, something about kernels, and then I spotted the dreaded word, crash. The beach ball of boredom, the one that appears when your Mac is processing a command (and Kirk’s memory is crammed), stopped swirling. Captain James Tiberius Kirk, my four and a half year old iBook, had gone into a coma.

I was oddly calm. Glad, even. That’s the thing about us apocalypse watchers (though I must stress that my apocalypse is not religion-based): we do not waste time doing the headless chicken dance. We expect the worst, we have doomsday scenarios, and when they come to pass, we feel a kind of relief. We were right all along! And now the terrible thing has happened, and we’re alright. What does not kill us, etc.

Also, I back up all my files.
I shut down Captain Kirk, then forced him to start. He sounded like he was starting up, and then he emitted a squeak and stopped. I kept trying, nada. So I resigned myself to taking a trip to the repair shop tomorrow.

Half an hour later, I hit the power button and Captain Kirk came to full glowing life. It was as if nothing had happened.

Machines. Sometimes they just want a little attention.