Geeky Turn On!

A Mac and a PC

 When I came home at around six in the afternoon, I was so exhausted that I dragged myself back to my basement/room and just plopped onto my bed. By that point I had been up for sixteen hours straight; that's a whole work day! So of course I was dozing off almost immediately...

I was in a pool with Xena herself; she was wearing a golden bikini based on her famous bustier, and I was wearing a green bikini that really accentuated my big, generous, and very ample bossom. The water was nice and cool, really tranquil, and the sky was looking kinda purple. That always happens whenever I get in a pool.

"Things between Gabrielle and me, they're a little rough," Xena said to me as she inched closer.

"I mean," I said, gulping. "You know how I feel about you, Xee, but I just don't want to get between you two."

"Who says that's a bad thing?" I suddenly heard Gabrielle say as she sat next to me, putting her arm around my shoulders. "Our journeys are rough...but there's always room for one more..."

"OK, now THIS!" I said as Gabrielle untied my bikini top, with Xena running a hand down (CENSORED). "THIS I can get behind!"

"Mind if I watch?" Asked Wonder Woman as played by Linda Carter, who was sitting opposite of me, Xena, and Gabrielle.

"Please do!" I said as Gabrielle started kissing my neck and Xena started kissing my shoulder...

"Yo sis!" I heard Kevin's voice from upstairs. "You there!?"

I growled; that little jerk ruined the BEST DREAM EVER!!! It had XENA in it! AND Gabrielle! And Wonder Woman herself was watching; she probably woulda joined if the dream had continued! Uuuugh!!!

"Whatta ya want, ya little turd!?" I screamed as I marched upstairs, opening the door so I could yell at him to his face. "Got any idea what time it is!?"

"Yeah, ten AM," Kevin said, looking incredulous. "Listen, I need your computer."

"Go away and get your own," I said as I was about close the door, but then he grabbed it.

"I'll tell Dad you called me a little turd!" He said, looking super mad at me. "So you better let me use your computer if you don't want him mad at you!"

I sighed and asked, "The heck you need it for?"

"Cuz mine's broken," Kevin said, looking down at the ground.

"The heck you mean it's broken?" I asked. "Lemme see."

With a sigh, Kevin went back to his car just outside the house. He soon came back with his laptop, a MacBook Air. He gave it to me; I tried turning it on, but nothing.

"Not good," I said, looking the comp over. "What'd you need my comp for, anyway?"

"...I guess..." Kevin scratched his head, looking embarrassed. "I dunno, sis...I tried sending this thing to the Genius Bar, but they were charging me more than I had, so-"

"Kevin, the Genius Bar is full of dorks and wannabes that charge ya fifty bucks for a five dollar solution," I said. "Nah, let me handle this."

I took the MacBook with me downstairs. I decided to hook it up to one of my crappy old monitors that I keep around in case one of my GOOD monitors ever fail. I plugged in the laptop and tried turning it on again. Nothing.

"Problem might be the battery," I said. I walked to my drawer and pulled out my screwdriver. I unscrewed the MacBook's bottom panel and then I removed the battery. I had Kevin plug in the charger, and then I turned the Mac back on. Again, nothing. "Oh dear... Kid, I think one of the cables inside this thing fried up."

"No..." he said, starting to cry a little. "I had my homework in there..."

"Right here?" I said, pointing at the driver. I unscrewed it and removed it. "I can always attach it to another one."

"Can you save my homework?" He asked, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Sure can, kiddo," I said as I walked to my personal computer. I plugged the driver in via USB, then I ran my Mac emulator. In ten shakes of a tail, I had ALL his files available. First I converted all his files into Microsoft Office Word files. Then I grabbed a USB flash drive, plugged it in, and started transferring his homework. "Pro tip: these little sticks are an investment. The cloud's better, but a USB can always come in handy."

"Yeah," he said, looking pretty darn sad, like a lesbian who's seen her crush trade spit with the captain of the boy's football team.

Not that THAT has ever happened to me...

"Still need a laptop, right?" I asked. He nodded. "How about a desktop? They're way better."

"Aren't those more expensive?" He asked.

"Depends," I said. "I know you think a thousand bucks is cheap for a laptop, but you bought a MacBook; literally a device for you to just write stuff and watch YouTube videos on. You can do all that and WAY more with a desktop."

"Yeah, well," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and kicking the ground. "Money's tight for me now."

"I'll build ya one," I said. "Got some spare parts; could have one done in a jiffy."

I walk towards the boxes I kept beside my closet; this is where I kept all the old stuff I'd never have the heart to throw away for X or Y reason. RAM cards, modems, computer towers, keyboards, list goes on. I grabbed all the pieces I'd need for a very basic, but reliable, desktop computer fit for an average college student.

"You game?" I asked.

"Nah," he replied. "Not into that anymore."

"OK then, so I can cheap out on stuff like RAM, GB storage, and video cards," I said. I grabbed an old, empty computer that I had built halfway before giving up and starting over with the one I have now, which is way more boss.

I screwed in the motherboard, then the RAM, the STA cables, and blah blah blah I don't wanna bore anyone with the technical stuff. By the time I was done, I was STARVING!

"There," I said. "Five hundred GB of storage space, i3 Processor, crap-tacular video and sound driver that's otherwise good enough for stuff like YouTube and Porn Hub, four USB ports, and a wireless adapter. I also put in OpenOffice, Google Chrome AND FireFox, and just for you, Spotify. You can download any other programs you want later."

"Woah," he said, impressed, as he typed away on his computer. I snickered; I can do WAY better than this piece of poop. "Sis...why?"

"You're my kid bro, for better or worse," I said. "And, well, that's what sisters do. And...I guess I felt a little bad about yelling at you, calling you a little turd...sorry, kiddo."

"Th-thanks," he said, sighing. He sat down on my bed; normally I'd be mad, but he seemed like he'd had the wind knocked out of him. "How come this isn't your job?"

"Fixing and making computers?" I asked. "It's...a hobby."

"You could make money off of it," Kevin said, but I just shook my head.

Making this my job would be a pain in the butt, really; I'm better off as I am now.