as fast as you can!

Matt hands me the computer at 17%
we're sharing and the race is on.
My own machine drops faster
careens towards empty, powerless
voids at will, I love it, the little
nihilist bastard but, it makes me
fear all else, such as this, staid
standard laptop, ageing gracefully
at 16%, now and you, the reader
knowing how much fear flits through
my 1% of words; you know, don't you?