I am a Computer Software and these are my unspoken words.
Unlike you, a human species which is thought to be the creation of God, I am your creation.
Being my creator you gave me a name but that name only reflected how you wanted to use me and not what I really liked myself to be called. You felt it is enough to name me something like âFileCopyâ, âAccountValidationâ, âAntiVirusâ, âFileZipâ &c. Imagine you were just born and your father, after watching your face minutely by holding your two tiny legs and hanging you upside down, bringing your tiny little face very close to his, became so exuberant that he wanted you to be a fishmonger or a janitor when you grow up. So instead of giving you a nice name like âPallabâ or âRobertâ he started calling you by âFishmongerâ or âJanitorâ. Now you know how I feel.
You always want everybody to work for you, be it another human, an animal, a tree, air, water, a piece of metal, a plastic or a machine. So you created me to work for you and pay me nothing. You wake me up by giving me an âelectric shockâ. Then you give me something to start with and you have given it a fancy name âInputâ and do the same monotonous work over and over and over and over again for which you have coined another equally fancy name âProcessingâ and since all you want is some net result so you want me to produce âOutputâ, the name once again is your invention. Has it ever occurred to your mind that I also need some break and do nothing for a while or maybe taking a deep breath once in a while? No you have not given any consideration, you only give me instructions to do what you want me to do, like âadd thisâ, âsubtract thatâ, âcompare thisâ, âsort thatâ but where are the flexible instructions like, âokay you must be tired by now, do you like to take a breakâ or âif you want to pick your nose please go to that corner?â. You are one selfish human just like everyone else of your species.
I remember you were giving a presentation to your manager that what an efficient slave, which is me, you have created; how much comfort I will provide to your species and still you wonât hear a single word of complaint from me like âI need a raiseâ or âI cannot take this anymoreâ &c. I remember your manager was all praise for you, âgood jobâ she told and you felt very proud of yourself. Shall I go and tell your manager that you have âclonedâ one of my siblings from Robertâs computer and then another of my siblings form Deborrahâs machine, you combined those two and then you made few changes here and there and also removed the names of Deborrah and Robert, wherever they occurred and wrote your name in few places and so I was born and you claimed me to be your âbrain childâ?
Sometimes I have my sad moments too. I remember somebody cursed me by saying, âthis software is a piece of shitâ. It was not my fault, you have not even instructed me to handle every kind of situation. But later I also laughed when I remembered that he used the word âshitâ, I thought I am your brain child.
I am already burdened with too many tasks but you are still asking me to do more. Again for that, you have invented few more fancy names like âmethodâ, âprocedureâ, âfunctionâ &c. and you are dumping them on my shoulder ever since I came into existence. These are nothing but flagrant exploitation. You are treating me like an old man in a family whose wife died many years ago and now being at the mercy of his sons and their wives, carrying four bags having milk, flour, rice and green vegetables, one on each shoulder and one in each hand.
Gradually I developed tolerance to remain as a slave of one person only, just like a spouse. But soon you started sharing me. âTake this software and compress the hard disk of your computerâ you told your friend while handing him a thing, one inch long which you call a âpen driveâ. I was so terribly insulted. I cannot speak but even if I could I will not otherwise you will decommission me which is like sending your old parents to âold age homeâ.