I recently picked up my neighbor’s computer. He has a boy, aged 14-15. We assembled his computer for three hours and it turned out to be very cool, with a lot of wires, waterproofs, pipes and other interesting and expensive scissors. The child was sitting in the smartphone all the time.



We gave him 10. I say, use it. He, therefore, without any emotions, breaks off from the clock of VK in the smartphone, sits down, begins to sink into the monitor. After 5 minutes, the question is, “Where are my games? “”



I say, they’re on the old comp, you won’t start them anymore (he’s just cried at that moment), you’ll have to start again. And he is like, "That's 400 GB in the stomach that's going to have to download all night! “”



The night. I kissed. and blasphemy.