The descriptions in the story below is a fantasy author.
Alberto and I had decided what would we do that morning during the course of the school assembly; we would go to a programming course html the first three hours, while the next two hours we would have handled the case. To avoid not having a computer in his head due to excessive influx of people, we would have gone ahead in the computer room. Once there, we sit on two seats at random and turn on two computers, a few minutes later the monitor displays the loading screen of Windows Vista. Alberto snorted thinking about all the times that your computer crashes or hangs due to that operating system, I smiled, trying to count the number of times during this school year at various causae school computer with Vista fatal errors. "Now that the computers are on what?" "John, you better not do anything, otherwise we are with a computer less, I do a tour for the internet" ruled prerentorio Alberto. He opens the browser, and after hearing him rant against the Internet Explorer and ask for divine intervention to Google Chrome, I look at it and I did not want to sit still while staring at loading web pages as fast as a sloth, and then start Word in order to write a piece about the novel's Italian. Start beating the keyboard at lightning speed putting a strain on the health of the PC and making a huge number of errors. I do not care, after I corrected with the help of the correction word, or an abuse of Alberto patience. It's been five minutes since I started writing and came in mid-chapter, the work done could be considered acceptable. I decided then to go and see the progress of the work on the blog, in which they posted the first two chapters of the book. Then save the text document, and dealt a coup to RAM PC running the worst program of all time, Internet Explorer. After entering username and password to log in and go on google blog, there I click any links that are within range of the mouse. After ten seconds, the browser crashes constantly, asking if I want to send a report on the data error. Alberto looks at me with eyes that said two things at once, "I told you so" and "poor computer. [click to continue]
