My Archangel Powerbook G4 is now officially crippled. She survived a mild spill of water that made a few keys give out, and for months before that an inch of screen flickers on and off depending on the angle. It’s a good thing I was mentally prepared to save up for a more mobile laptop to lug around, and my Mum is entertaining the idea of purchasing another Mac in the near future.
Prior to being Archangel (I named her after a ship in the anime, Gundam Seed), it was previously owned and loved by another owner who gave it up to make way for a new one.
Archangel accompanied me through my super-senior year on MRT rides from school to home and back.She stored poems, scripts, papers, and readings. She was my best companion in my college’s study hall, and witness to some of my more memorable chats with my boyfriend in Chicago.
She was with me through a college-organized forum on Women’s rights, my first ESL job, Philippine Opera Company’s Master Class last October, and my first pitch for Pocketful of Kids. She has seen two or three countries, survived four boat rides, and two beaches. She was very close friends with my pink samsonite backpack, and often traveled with her.
In her final days she subbed for our desktop mac, Cylon, while we scrambled for a monitor to replace the older one used for Cylon. Archangel became familiar with my cat’s paws walking over the space bar, and at one point allowed her to type ‘Kill’ when my sister meant to look for Faith Hill mp3s.
What of Archangel now? Will she retire quietly next to my comatose Yukito iMac g3, or donate her parts for the betterment of another Mac user?
…I haven’t decided yet.