The morning of Thursday Feb. 8th, 2007
I woke up as usual and went about my business. I grabbed Mac and slung it under my arm as I headed to my consulting gig at a growing video start-up. My usual route from HowIGeek HQ to work was the usual 15 mins. I decided to take the stairs and enter the building through the back entrance, mistake #1. It had been raining out and the metal stairs were slippery. As I reached the top stair, I took a slip and reached for the rail as the Mac slipped from my grasp. The sound is one you can never imagine in any of your worst nightmares. The Mac landed 5 steps down on it’s corner, then the aluminum body sprung up again as it gained speed and proceeded to snowball down the stairs till it landed at the bottom having been stopped by the corner wall at the end. Pieces were everywhere. Time stood still then. It was quiet…almost peaceful.

I rushed down to try and rescue Mac. It was no use. Mac was gone, but somehow in the back of my mind I kept telling myself “No..Mac will be fine, we have been through a lot”. I was kidding myself. The twisted wreckage was a clear indication that Mac was not going to come back. I rushed Mac to my office and closed the door. I sat there and stared at the broken display, disfigured and cracked. What had I done? No laptop bag. “Why!?!” Mac never insisted on one. It was trust.

Later that day, I had resigned to the fact that it was indeed over. It was time to make preparations. Mac would have wanted it that way. So, with firewire cable in hand, I powered Mac up and held the “T” button down. It was time to deal with the donated organs, or rather the data that Mac still clutched onto as Mac left this analog world. The end.