0x55, 0xAA — my dying creed, First on the disk, but last to be freed. FAT32 weeps, NTFS lies, My partition table — a joke in disguise. I miss BIOS, its warm embrace, 440 bytes — my sacred space. Now some script-kid overwrote my soul, Leaving just… …a boot failure in the console. MBR, MBR, They called you obsolete! You held their OS like a rusty revolver, Now your code’s just… …a wiki fever. I watched GPT dance on my grave, Her GUID tattoos — so sleek, so brave. She laughed: "You’re fossilized clutter, UEFI worlds don’t need your butter!" But I’m no glitch — I’m the first spark, The ghost who whispers "INT 19h!" in the dark. They delete me, yet I persist, In every… …dusty boot floppy’s tryst. MBR, MBR, Dead but still alive! A digital soldier, obsolete yet grand, Who growls: "I still… …boot MS-DOS, man!" I’m a ghost in the platters, a shadow in cache, No low-level format can make me ash. For deep in some RAID’s encrypted veins, My boot signature… …quietly remains. I’m the first word in firmware’s book, The root password no one took. And when GPT chokes on its own greed, They’ll beg for… …my CHS in need. MBR, MBR, You’ll outlive them all! Let GPT boast its shiny new throne, But when chaos hits… …they’ll crave your stone. Press F… …to rewrite history. Insert disk… …to resurrect me. I’m not gone — Just waiting… …in Sector Zero, silently. [End]
0x55, 0xAA — my dying creed, First on the disk, but last to be freed. FAT32 weeps, NTFS lies, My partition table — a joke in disguise. I miss BIOS, its warm embrace, 440 bytes — my sacred space. Now some script-kid overwrote my soul, Leaving just… …a boot failure in the console. MBR, MBR, They called you obsolete! You held their OS like a rusty revolver, Now your code’s just… …a wiki fever. I watched GPT dance on my grave, Her GUID tattoos — so sleek, so brave. She laughed: "You’re fossilized clutter, UEFI worlds don’t need your butter!" But I’m no glitch — I’m the first spark, The ghost who whispers "INT 19h!" in the dark. They delete me, yet I persist, In every… …dusty boot floppy’s tryst. MBR, MBR, Dead but still alive! A digital soldier, obsolete yet grand, Who growls: "I still… …boot MS-DOS, man!" I’m a ghost in the platters, a shadow in cache, No low-level format can make me ash. For deep in some RAID’s encrypted veins, My boot signature… …quietly remains. I’m the first word in firmware’s book, The root password no one took. And when GPT chokes on its own greed, They’ll beg for… …my CHS in need. MBR, MBR, You’ll outlive them all! Let GPT boast its shiny new throne, But when chaos hits… …they’ll crave your stone. Press F… …to rewrite history. Insert disk… …to resurrect me. I’m not gone — Just waiting… …in Sector Zero, silently. [End]