Matt cackled as he logged on to Newegg. “Check the Newegg shopping cart!” he said to his brother. Aesthetic rolled his crusty eyes. Every time Matt suggested, innocently, to check the shopping cart of some online store or another, there would be another ludicrously expensive upgrade to Sully’s computer, or, as he liked to put it, “upgrades for the whole family.” He had already the newest RTX 4090 installed in his computer, the Ryzen Threadripper 64-core processor, 3TB of memory, and a nine-petabyte SSD, along with some liquid AIO.
Aesthetic clicked away from his Fortnite 1v1 match and checked the Newegg shopping cart, just to humor Matt. His eyes bulged out. “7,000 dollars for a monitor?” Matt rubbed his fingers together. “Not just any monitor, the Samsung Gx7 0.02 ms, 5k, 1,000HZ gaming monitor!”
Just then their father walked into the room. “What’s all this fuss about?” Aesthetic jumped and Matt’s cackle stopped. Just for a second. “Hey, you know, my computer is very bottlenecked right now with my RTX 4090 competing against my Ryzen Threadripper,” Matt said slyly, his pupils craftily darting around the room. Their father shook his head. Matt was spouting mumbo jumbo again. Matt started back up again. “I need a new monitor for editing!” You see, Matt helped run a YouTube Channel by the name of Mattiplier. “It will more than fit into the YouTube budget!”
Their father stared at Matt, who’s computer all the YouTube money suspiciously disappeared into to upgrade. “Don’t you think it’s time one of your poor brothers or sisters got an upgrade?” Aesthetic looked down sadly at his 1964 Maxwell architecture computer, which could barely run his namesake, Aesthetic 1v1’s, at 2 fps.
Matt changed tactics on a hairpin. “Yes, yes, I think it’s time Aesthetic got a new computer.” Aesthetic perked up. He could hardly believe this. “I’ll just swap monitors with him once he gets the Samsung Gx7!”
Aesthetic slunk out of the room. That was another one of Matt’s plans. He would buy a new computer part under the guise of “Providing other people with upgraded computers”, but the computer part was suspiciously only compatible with his computer and not the one he bought. The parts would suspiciously disappear overnight. Into Matt’s computer.
Their father rubbed his chin. “Perhaps you are learning to be more generous with your money! Sure, go ahead and put it into the budget for this month!”
Matt cackled, his face instantly turning to his computer. He had already entered the Samsung Gx7 0.02ms, 5k, 1,000HZ gaming monitor into the spreadsheet, the only change being changing the “Gaming” to “editing”. “It’s for editing!” Matt explained to his father.
In his room, Aesthetic was miserable. His last computer upgrade had been since before he was born.
Then his elf-like ears, specially adapted to convert audio signals into his visualized sound effects, perked up.
He had a plan.
Aesthetic rubbed his fingers together, steam rushing off of his forehead as the old air conditioner in the room that Matt had swapped out for a new, technologicalliy advanced air conditioner in HIS room rumbled.
It was 9:18 pm. Matt and everyone else in the family were asleep. Aesthetic was not. He hopped out of bed, dressed in totally black clothes. You could not take a precaution, even in the pitch-black night of Bromestead.
Aesthetic crept out of his room, making sure the door across the hallway, Matt’s room, was locked, and crept into the computer room.
Matt’s computer was lit up like a festival, nearly silent, its hulking menace reflecting lights off of its case. Aesthetic’s 1964 computer sat buzzing and creaking in the corner.
With the precision of a surgeon, Aesthetic opened Matt’s case and lifted out the RTX 4090, the Ryzen Threadripper, the NXZT AIO cooler, and the gaming memory installed. Then he carefully replaced it with his computer’s hardware. Luckily, the gaming case that Matt had got was not a glass case. Aesthetic bolted the cases back together, cackled very quietly, very briefly, and jumped back into bed.
IT was Friday.
As Matt and Aesthetic and their brother, Higrond, completed their chores and cashed in their extra hours, a festive mood rose among the brothers. Matt was rubbing his fingers together, anticipating a brand-new game with his brand-new monitor, which had arrived just that morning. Aesthetic was sulking on his computer, staring at the Samsung Gx7, which, briefly, for a couple of milliseconds, had been his, they all logged onto Fortnite and clicked Solos.
A hair-raising scream rose from Matt. “What’s wrong?” The brothers whipped around to look at matt. He had, as a daily ritual, opened the Task Manager to monitor performance on his computer. He was clutching his throat in fear. “B-but,” He pointed his clawed finger at the terrible statistic in the corner, details.
On his screen, in bright yellow letters, NBivia GFore Fermi G 250 was showing. The model made in 1964. He frantically clicked to processor. It, too, was a 1964 edition. Ryzen 1 0.4. His last hope, his memory, 4 gb. Finally, he heard the groaning like a percolating coffee maker. “An HDD!” He fell to the ground in despair, clutching his face. Then his face turned suspicious, and he cast glances through the corner of his eyes at his brothers. “Open task manager!” Aesthetic glumly obliged. “RTX 4090?” “Ryzen Threadripper?” “AIO Dielectric Cooling?” “3TB of memory?!?!” Matt stared sadly, with betrayal in his gaze, at his brother, who had finally had enough. “It’s Friday!”