I inserted another document into the eager mouth of the machine, and felt it take hold, drawing the dry, dusty paper into its maw.
As another piece of old, redundant information was erased from the universe for ever, I could almost feel it dying, slipping away into oblivion.
My fingers danced across the strings, moving with a speed and confidence that was far too fast for my tired brain to control. The stresses of the day flowed from my mind and body, out through my fingertips and into the strings of my beloved guitar. This music came straight from the heart - when I stopped playing I would not remember a single note I had played.
My knife slowly sank in and I cut it's heart clean in two. Then I began to slowly and deliberately slice it into thin strips, each thinner than my little finger. Soon it bore little resemblance to its original form, it was just a mass of small pieces dismembered by my gleaming knife....
"The lettuce is ready!"