It's been a love affair that's lasted over a decade. I was mesmerized the first time we met with the enigmatic mysteriousness that belied your unassuming beige exterior. From the nostalgic startup chime reminiscent of an Atariesque game-filled rainy afternoon to a humble smily face always ready to help, known only as "Finder." You started up a popular graphics app unknown to me for the first time and enlarged the bosom of a young attractive woman. I wondered what other fantastical tacky creations could be created in my pirated "shop." Female anatomy was only the beginnning. It sent my teenage hormones into a rage and at that pure Id-filled moment I fell in love. It was a perfect match because I could relate. We were both alone. I among my pubescent peers of school days gone by and you amidst greedy techno-juggernauts intent on pushing inferior software to unsuspecting regular joes. Only after meeting you could I discern what true craftsmanship and innovation was. You taught me I could be better in a world of mediocrity-to rise above the pretension and stand out if I had the courage and determination to do so. You were my standard by which all others were judged. You were my rock. But now I feel betrayed. Cheated from the exclusivity we used to share. I thought you possessed qualities of speed an efficiency that only I was entitled to. Who will suffer from this broken partnership? You get a new sugar daddy and increased profit margins. I in return have to deal with the mistrust and alienation. Not to mention the incessant gloating from undeserving Windoze devotees. This day will forever be known as the turning point in our relationship. I can no longer speak with reverence about what we had. You may still have sexy designs and super-software-functionality but the passion is gone. The prestige is just a little less deserving. Yes Apple, the Mac OS is still your soul. But the PowerPC was your heart, and you've given it away.
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