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“No, no, no!” the A4’s logic cried. “Don’t throttle! We can do this!”

Inside the drawer, in the dark, the A4-3330MX APU sat dormant. It wasn’t powerful. It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t remembered in any hall of fame. But its last instruction in active memory was the successful render of a victory screen.

“I’m doing my best!” the fan seemed to say.

“Well,” it whispered to the 4GB stick of DDR3-1333 RAM next to it, “here we go.”

“Thanks, old friend,” he whispered, closing the lid.

Leo’s roommate, Marcus, had a desktop with an Intel Core i7 and a dedicated NVIDIA GTX 560 Ti. He mocked the A4 mercilessly. “Dude, your laptop takes a geological era to render a drop-down menu.”

The laptop was bought by a college freshman named Leo. Leo wasn’t a gamer, not really. He was a journalism major with a part-time job at a campus coffee shop. His budget was the square root of zero. He needed a machine to write essays, stream lectures, and—if the silicon gods were merciful—play a few rounds of StarCraft II with his roommate.

Marcus shouted. Leo leaned back, heart pounding.