Back down in the archaeological dig known as our basement, I found another laptop computer. It appears to have received such a severe typing that it tried to send a sound card out for help but only made it pass the keyboard. This was in the Our Marta pile of long-gones but neither of the kids have a violent secretarial nature. Occam’s Razor suggests she used it as an art project by video recording it being dropped from a tall building or having it run over by a car. Our Marta is a difficult nut to crack so her true intentions will probably never be revealed. Before it gets tossed out, The Lad will scavenge it for any worthwhile coal-driven parts that can be used for a future steampunk Gameboy.
John 6:12 When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.