My roommate's got a bad harddrive. It grinds and grinds away, about like they used to do, if you remember that time when we had those bad hard drives. Do you remember that time? The old man was grumpy, sitting in his great chair at the head of the floor, dripping his liquid ashes all over, rumbling like an unhappy stomach, at that time our hard drives ground: 'kurch, kurch, kurch, clickclickclick, kurch, kurch, kurch.'
You've forgotten, perhaps? It only matters that you remember the feeling of remembering, the actual memory is unimportant.
Well, perhaps his drive has had, is having, intentions, possibly ambitions. All it wants is out, it tries and tries and fails. In the meantime it grinds its gears to dust, just like that, 'kurch, kurch, kurch, clickclickclick,' and so on and so forth, in such manner. You remember, of course... well, like I said, it's not really important.
perhaps, briefly, this drive experienced emotion, remembered that feeling I've been talking about, that feeling of remembering, and many other such things. Perhaps that's what killed it.