Machine

Somebody placed a plant in my cube long back. That was a crude violation of my personal space. As a token of protest I deleted the e-mail which accompanied it explaining how to take care of it, without even bothering to read. But since I didn't really have a choice without hurting the mortals concerned, I retained it- let it remain. I was humane, I watered it. I don't think I watered it regularly, but I did so when ever I saw it.

Come on... you can be a bit more generous it's a living being. Ah.. Enough. Hereafter I shall call my protagonist "Iris" , no more "it". Well Iris you have to understand, it was not definitely my choice to have you with me. I would like to very much, but I can't let you go ( throw you in my bin). Like it or not you have to bear me. My stares, my overdose of water, my cold treatment, my hostility etc.

Time passed I grew concerned about Iris's health. All I could offer her was water. I really wonder if she ever appreciated that. Because my body often used to go numb with the so called optimum/ regulated/ conditioned temperature of the room. Submerging you in water, Iris, there is nothing more diabolic I guess. But I always thought it would be better than letting you remain hungry, thirsty and numb.

I couldn't help noticing, some more privileged relations of Iris managed to get some sunshine, thanks for the guys they were with, they were the privileged ones in the corp. Obviously had superior stables. I can't help you in that Iris. I am an ordinary guy. But I can see your instincts work. You are getting more and more inclined to the CRT of my monitor. Survivor... I see.

Iris, did I see you shudder when I hit my "enter" key. I am not sure if I am manifesting my fears, but can't help it, that nasty "clink" sound is what my ears hate most. Iris, you should really appreciate my power to control my hands under utter vehemence. It happens twice in a week atleast. Many a times did you flash across my mind as a vulnerable object to be smashed instead of my machine peripherals. You lucky bitch.

Iris, may be your exit to oblivion was a bit premature, but well deserved. Vacation for a week, didn't really think/care about your existence. Sorry. Also I have to confess, that I looked for you around only after I made sure there are no more unread emails. But I am proud to say that I made sure you lived till most of your relations passed of from this world. Iris, hope you are through the exodus, in your promised land. Please grant me a quick death in case I might be placed in your workspace as an artifact when your empire strikes back.