The first computer I “owned” was actually stolen from my friend’s school. It was a 386 laptop with a black and white screen, no Internet capacity, but it could still run Doom.
Imagine playing Doom for hours in black and white; I’d look away from the screen and my eyes still tried to render the environment in grey scale.
Eventually while traveling to the developing world, I thought it would be a kind gesture to gift this device to my host family, who had no computer to speak of. To my horror, the questions started: “Why isn’t it in color?” “It has HOW much RAM?” “What do you mean it can’t get on the Internet?”
Next time I was in Singapore I guilt purchased a better laptop than my own. To my knowledge they still use it.
Lessons learned, I suppose.
The Cosmic Liminality 