The Secret Life of a Hot Spare
Hot Spare #83 relaxes after a hard day's work
January 27, 2010 • Marti W. '10
Filed under Features
From The Perspective Of is a column that highlights the view of a member of the Ursuline community. This month, we highlight the perspective of a hot spare in an interview style format. The person asking the questions is typing them on her hot spare and receiving responses.
What’s your name?
I don’t have a name, I have an assigned number. #83. They try not to humanize us.
So do you have any relationships with the other spares?
My girlfriend was #73. I saw her about once every month depending on when I was checked out and when she was checked out. It was hard to be in any type of relationship when I am constantly on the move. I remember when I was told that she had been dropped and there was a scratch on her side, I was heartbroken over the loss of her beauty. She broke up me because she couldn’t handle that I was in pristine condition. That changed quickly. I myself was knocked off a desk and now have a dent on my left side. There is only about one or two of us hot spares that still look pretty well without any visible scars. But all of us have the emotional scars that our sacrificial lives bring.
So what’s you best memory of your life so far?
You mean as a hot spare? That’s your follow-up question? Well, once I had the same girl for three weeks, three whole weeks of exploring our lives together. I got to spell-check her essay on Macbeth and she gave me a smile when the Internet went quickly. We laughed together, watched movies, exchanged emails with our friends, it was a great bond. But then her “real” computer was fixed and I once again sat in the closet with my other motherless friends. I know I serve a purpose as a replacement, a temporary baby to someone who’s baby is being repaired. When will it be my turn? I want to be a part of a family.
Is that what you really want?
I just want to be loved. I get shuffled from girl to girl. I get to know them, love them and their weird music, only to be ripped away from them after a few days. When I received my assignment, I was momentarily crushed but then I turned it into a positive. I get to spend time with all these girls and form real bonds. I get to share and help in many lives instead of just one. I get to go to a different home every week and go to different websites, meet new friends on FaceBook. It seemed ideal at the time. But then the heartbreak began. I would become too attached. The older spares would laugh at me. They had long along gotten over getting attached to their temporary user.
Any last thoughts?
I just want some respect. Though I am at the bottom of the laptop food chain, I am equal to the other laptops. Don’t treat me differently because of my occupation, treat me better. Because I do so much for these girls and I don’t feel that I am appreciated. I want my dignity back.
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