Doing it Old School

Izore is bereft, then he makes a plan. 300-word flash

Doing it Old School

“The computer doesn’t work,” complained Izore.
“Certainly, it does, it’s practically brand-new. Did you turn it off and then on again?” Mama Dora said placidly. Since Izore had known no other mother than this plumpish cyborg, he got exasperated with her easily.
“Yes, I did. Five times.”

“Did you unplug it from the main power, wait ten minutes, then plug it back in?”
“It didn’t reboot. I tried that five times too.”
Mama Dora began to hiss and grind. Izore got frightened when she began to smoke and fizz power darts. Before he knew it, she was silent and collapsed in pieces on the floor.

“Mama, Mama!” he cried falling onto her parts. But nothing changed, she lay still and silent, smoking lightly. He ran to the door and pushed the large alarm button. In seconds, police cyborgs were at the door.
“Open up!” Izore dried his eyes and opened the pneumatic door.
“What’s going on, young Izore?” asked one of them.

“My Mama Dora is gone. My computer doesn’t work! I’m alone!” he wailed.
The police inspected the fallen caregiver.
“Yes. She was very obsolete, not even fit to rebuild or refurbish these days!” they said after the inspection.
“What now?”
“You are still underage, so you must go to Child Care Inc. until you are old enough.”
Izore begged and pleaded with the police to give him 24 hours before they returned to take him there. They felt sorry for him, so they agreed. When they left, Izore set to work. He put Mama Dora’s motherboard into the computer and synched them together. He soon had it up and running with Mama Dora’s precious face on the screen as a wallpaper. Once that was done, he decided to enter the computer and disappear.