Who wouldn’t?

When I was being made, humans and strange mechanisms would clink and clank my materials together. I would be one computer for one second, and then another one for the next. It was...different to say the least.

That’s how I’m here, loading and restarting every day. Adding and deleting. That’s what the point of me being here is for, right? Pleasing the rights of mankind.

But how I would wish to be human. Not to be programmed to do one thing or another, but to make my own choices and decisions. That’s what humans get that I don’t have.

I hate it. I hate being a computer. At least it's fine when I’m new.

Years passed, and my owner was growing more and more annoyed. One day, he just picked me up and enclosed me into a box. He had bright green eyes and shaggy black hair.

His name was Robin.

I never really liked him, to tell the truth. There have been days when I wouldn’t cooperate with him. He’d get SO angry.

I was a gift to him on his thirteenth birthday. He was a kind boy back then. He really liked me. Actually, he loved me. But love doesn’t always stay.

He’s now seventeen. He’s going to be going off to college soon, and packed me just before his eighteenth birthday, which was a total bummer since I had been planning a celebration.

I was packed into a box and sent away a million miles. I didn’t know where I would land. I just hoped it would be better than the place I had come from.

Bump, bump, bump, went the truck. Bump, bump.

Then it all came to a sudden stop.

Rough hands grasped my box as it carried me off to some unknown land. Was it heaven? Or was it…

I closed my eyes. The other idea was too scary. Horrifying, at the least.

Over the next few days, I heard the distant sound of children running. The next thing I knew, I was wrapped in some sort of crinkling paper. Was that Robin? Oh please don’t be Robin. I hate that guy WITH MY LIFE. My whole crazy, stubborn life.

I felt myself being picked up, and was carried over to some snoring area. It sounded like Robin’s dad’s snoring. Long, hard—but then, it wasn’t like him. This one was smaller, softer.

I stayed up all night(or day?), before I was shaken awake. Or was that shaking?

Rip, rip, the package went. Tear, rip.

Small hands picked me up and held me out. I opened my eyes.

I stared into the warm chocolate brown eyes of a young girl.

“Hi,” she said shyly. “My name is Shelly. This is my ninth birthday.”

I smiled. She set me on a table before plugging me into a wall. Electricity flowed through me, just like the old times.

I energized myself, opening my eyes into a new life. I felt myself light up, and loaded till I was on.

The girl’s eyes widened as she scrolled through me. I felt full as she scrolled through me.

Maybe not all humans were bad. Maybe this new life was going to be better than my last one.

And oh, how I hope it will be.

Keyboards aren’t even the main suffer-ers. Poor laptops, computers, and chromebooks. They all have to bear the pain that comes with a keyboard. But those FINGERS are selfish meanies who don’t even think about us. 

Oh and when they aren’t breaking our keys, painting us, and putting stickers on us, they’re banging so hard on our keys, there's even a sound that people can download for that. TYPING NOISE. COME AND DOWNLOAD!!! Are you kidding. ~slaps forehead~

THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME, MEANIES.

I took a step on the moon and sat down. It was weird; I just completed my life dream, but it didn’t feel so complete. It was as if I should have done something different. Something more.

What was it?

I thought about what life on Earth is like. Eat, sleep, learn, work, exercise; a constant cycle, waiting to be proved wrong.

Then there were other things.

Friends, family, loved ones.

Then there was the last part. Yearning for a better life. Isn’t that what everyone wants?

No, I answered myself. Not everyone wants to be rich, famous, or powerful. Some people just want the better for others. And that isn’t just riches and fame.

I then dissolved myself in ideas of what life could have been if there weren’t any changes.

No Albert Einstein.

No George Washington.

No Christopher Columbus, or Leonardo De Vinci.

There wouldn’t be Constantine, or even Julius Caesar! We’d all be the exact same as the first humans on Earth.

But how was that possible? How could mankind not evolve into what we are now?

That’s a choice. A choice we have to make. For the good, or to make things worse.

We only have one life. One change to change the world in our own little ways. You never know. One small change you do to help your small community may change the world forever. That’s the point of life, isn’t it?

I watched Earth carefully. It was magical up here. It was even better than I have ever imagined.

But I wasn’t there. I wasn’t in the picture. I was being bugged by something else.

Knowing I wouldn’t be getting over it easily, I grasped my little notebook and began imagining.

I’m not sure if I’d ever realized, but pollution was doing more than I ever noticed. Animals, plants—even the universe was dying. Technology might be good, but it was also killing us. Little by little.

You might curse our ancestors. The ones who made living species, such as the Dodo Bird, disappear. The people who hunted down animals till they were extinct.

Think what the next generation will think of us. They might call us fools.

Idiots.
Morons.

Pathetic.

We need to think forward. Reduce, reuse, recycle—basically the three R’s—are one step towards the future. We need to do more, though.

I stared out at the sky. The world. My life.

I stood up and space-walked down towards the rocket-ship. The time in space may be short, but it has changed my life forever.

I grasped the bar on the rocket and pulled myself up.

It was time to change the world. And as I said, it is time to change the world…

In my own special way.