Do PC programs dream of death by old age? Or are they happy simply being forgotten by time?

Sometimes
I forget that most people don't
use
old as fuck computer software               daily...

It feels as natural   as    breathing 
to me
most of the time! 

 

Working out the kinks
of troublesome programs 
has begun to        really feel like a second         language
to me
over the last few years. 

Browsing Wayback for the sites of 
old PC programs I could use to put     video files
on my DS Lite,

Scouring Reddit for ways     to get old CD Rom games working on the
good ol' megashitlord of an OS that is Windows 11

Using every old version of RPG Maker I can get my hands on
from 95 to VX Ace

Using Vocaloid 1 and Vocaloid 4 because 
my PC 
can't run 5 and up

Pirating Windows 2000 just for Clippy
but ending up liking it so much
that it becomes the main thing I
write     stuff      in
on my PC

 

Now, please keep in mind, this
is not at ALL 
a condemnation of those who use largely modern software.

It is simply an observation of 
and meditation on
yet another way I sometimes feel disconnected from the world.
Not fully set aside, but not fully in line with everyone else, either. 

 

 

 

I dunno. It's weird. Bleh.

:P 

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