Loving Machine [Edgar × Reader Oneshots]

-A New Welcoming-

Old technology is quite rare to see nowadays. Unless at a thrift store, a collectors hoard, or somebody who just hasn't gotten rid of their old tech. Although, you have always had a soft spot for our modern technology ancestors in some way. The old outdated ways and programs that were marvels in their own times. Now, mostly thrown out. Abandoned and forgotten. Collectively lost to most people.

So when a distant relative of yours revealed that they have an old computer from the 80s, they were willing to hand over to you, you were simply ecstatic. Even though they told you something about this computer was strange, and how you would probably end up throwing it out after a week because it would be a nuisance. I guess they even named the computer, like how people name inanimate objects. Edgar, being his name. What would be the harm? Taking something that would've been thrown away anyway, you're doing them a favor.

Once you arrive at your relatives house, you find the box discarded on the sidewalk, beside the rusty mailbox. Once you park in their driveway,you get out of your dinky little car and go to inspect the box more.

Poorly written sharpie text is found on the sides and top. OLD COMPUTER-FREE TO TAKE-WORKS AS INTENDED. Clear plastic tape sealing the whole thing together. Little bits of icy slush from the cold November weather soak the edges of the package.

As you pick it up, you notice how surprisingly lightweight the whole box is. It, of course, has some heft to it, but not as bad as you had come to expect. With the box in-between your arms, you tug on the side door handle to your car, propping it open for you. With great care, you slide it in the back seat behind the passengers side of the car. And to be safe, buckle it up with the seatbelt.

Once you get back into the driver's seat and safely buckle yourself in, you turn on your cars radio. The signal picking up some electric 80s music station. Soon, you're back on the road again, now heading to your house.

Once you get back to your small house, you set the box down on a nearby coffee table before you take your winter coat off. Once you're all ready, you pick the box up again and head to your bedroom.

Besides the small messy bed, various posters strung up on the wall, and lonely dressers, your room was pretty empty. Although in preparation for this special computer, you had set up a make shift desk in the far left corner in the room. Just the bare basics. A wooden table, an office chair, and other electrical things to help you while setting it up.

Grabbing a box cutter, you slice open the box in pure excitement. God knows how long you waited for an old computer. You've wanted them for years now, but most you looked for were long broken ,or overly expensive. Years of loving and use have worn them down. And the working ones price points going way out of your slim budget. Now you finally have your chance.

The first thing you spotted was the monitor of the computer. Pulling it out, you realize how old and yet small it is. The black screen curved out a bit while it is surrounded by white, smooth plastic flairing out. The whole top part was rounded rather than being blocky. A long neck like structure separates the top from the bottom. Touching the sides, a cooling sensation hits your hands. The base of the whole computer was larger than the top. Looking like layers of a large sheetcake.

Once you set the monitor firmly on the counter of the desk, you get the other thing in the box. The keyboard. Despite mostly being the same cool white color that the whole set up is, some of the keys were more a dark gray color. But that was the only thing you really noticed about it. It was a standard keyboard. There were also a few other attachments that came inside the box. Such as a tiny microphone that attaches to the side, and a small webcam that attaches to the top of the monitor.

No doubt about it, this was a really old computer from maybe around the early 80s?

With a little bit of help from a YouTube guide on old computers, you finally feel confident enough to start it up. Nerves fill up your brain. Exploring every possibility or what could happen in this very situation. Nervous would be a severe understatement.