iMac, I'm frustrated.

You look so solid and sturdy. Why did you fail on me?

Where did you go, old brain of new iMac?

Now you are only old brain of old iMac. Not old in years, but perhaps just in function. You are displeasing me. I do not know what I must do with this displeasure you have poured upon me.

Haunt you! Damn iMac! I wish you haunted nights and haunted days! Mine are...haunted. Because of you.