Lost in the Motherboard

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 The computer hums and sparks to life as I finish rewiring the circuitboard. "Please enter your Username and Password" it chimes. I type in the Guest username and password. As the slow, old computer slowly processes the information of my entry, I tape the sticker to the inside left of the laptop. 

This computer fixed by von Sydow Tech Repair!

The best computer repair store in Abilene!

Call for a free consultation: 555-0198

I click the button for the internet. The slow, ancient computer slowly loads the homescreen, pixel by pixel. I type in on google: VSTR. I click on our site and head over to the "Staff" menu. I select mine; Cassandra von Sydow. It loads me to my personal page. I set it as the laptop's homescreen, so the computer owner will know who fixed the "unfixable" mess of wires- me. 

I slap the ancient laptop on the "Return to Customer" pile, and I notice the new model in the "To Fix" pile. It's a Macbook Pro, with many modifications. I take it over to my workdesk.

The sticky note says "Motherboard not working- please fix", in a teenager's messy scrawl. Easy enough. I open the panel, and I see a Motherboard unlike any other. I purse my lips, wondering how the hell I'm supposed to fix this. 

It's a jumbled mess of code, with buttons and data running throughout. I reach down to remove it, and my finger brushes the Motherboard. Suddenly, this swishing sound fills my head. I can't breathe. It feels like my finger is being cut off. Is the computer getting bigger? Or, am I getting smaller? I can't see. Am I going blind? Am I crazy? I don't know. All I know is that the motherboard is getting bigger and bigger, some unknown vacuum force dragging me towards it. I see the bumps on the motherboard start to look more and more like buildings. That's weird, I think, I swore I just saw a person. I must be crazy.

When the motherboard expands to the size of a small town-by this point I've already accepted I'm going insane- I hit the green floor like a stone, my legs buckling in the wrong direction. The first thought that hits me: Ow-holy-shit-this-hurts-like-hell-I-think-I-broke-something-ow-ow-ow. The second thought: Where the fuck am I?