I am a portable hard drive, a portable hard drive loaded with countless important data. Although my body is small, there is a huge amount of information and value hidden in my heart. My master is an outstanding scientist who has accumulated a large amount of data and research results in an important scientific research project, and these precious materials are stored in my body.
That day, as usual, my master put me in a briefcase and prepared to go to the laboratory to continue his research work. However, in the crowded subway carriage, the owner accidentally left the briefcase on the seat. When I realized that I had been left behind, the subway had slowly started, the doors were slowly closing, and the distance between me and my owner was getting farther and farther.
I lay alone in my subway seat, surrounded by bustling crowds and noisy sounds. I felt an unprecedented sense of fear and helplessness because I deeply understand the importance of the data I carry to my master. I started looking around, hoping to catch someone's attention, but no one noticed my presence.
The subway has arrived and passengers are getting off one after another. At this moment, a young girl walked into the carriage and sat in the seat where I was. She looks very focused and has been playing with her phone with her head down. I tried to attract her attention through vibration and flickering, but she didn't seem to notice my presence.
Suddenly, the subway started again and the lights inside the carriages became dim. I felt a strong jolt, then lost my balance and rolled down from my seat. I am extremely scared, afraid that I will be damaged or lost. Fortunately, I fell into a corner and was not discovered by anyone.
In the following days, I began my adventure journey. I was forgotten in the subway carriage, with different people getting on and off every day. Sometimes, I get kicked to the side, and sometimes I get stepped on. I felt people's indifference and ruthlessness, but I never gave up hope.
One day, a homeless man walked into the carriage. He sat in the corner where I was and started rummaging through his pockets. When he saw me, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He carefully picked me up and scrutinized me closely. I tried to convey my importance to him, but he didn't seem to understand my language.
The homeless man took me out of the subway station and arrived at an abandoned factory. He placed me on the ground and began wiping my body with a rag. I felt a wave of warmth and comfort, as if I had found a temporary safe haven.
However, the good times did not last long. The next morning, a group of wild dogs broke into the factory. They discovered my existence and began sniffing around me. I felt a wave of fear and unease, afraid that I would be bitten or taken away by them. Fortunately, the homeless man arrived at the scene in time and rescued me.
The homeless man took me back to his residence, a rudimentary tent. He placed me on a rundown table and began to carefully examine my physical condition. I found that although he lives in poverty, his heart is filled with kindness and justice. He told me that he used to be a scientist, but due to various reasons, he fell to this point.
During my time with the homeless, I told him my story and mission. He was deeply moved upon hearing this and decided to help me find my master. He began to inquire about the owner's information everywhere, but there was still no clue.
One day, the homeless man heard that there was a technology exhibition held in the city, and many scientists and researchers would attend. He decided to take me to try my luck. We walked through the bustling streets and arrived at the exhibition site.
The exhibition site is crowded with people, and various high-tech products are dazzling. I felt a wave of excitement and nervousness because I knew the importance of the data I carried to my master. The homeless man led me around the scene, hoping to find the owner's figure.
Just then, a middle-aged man walked over. He looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. When he saw me, a hint of surprise and excitement flashed in his eyes. He tightly held my hand and said to me, 'Great, I finally found you!'
Originally, this middle-aged man was my master. He told me that he has been searching for my whereabouts everywhere since I lost it. He is worried that I may be damaged or lost, and even more concerned that the data I carry may fall into the wrong hands.
The owner expressed deep gratitude to the homeless man and invited him to attend his research results press conference. At the press conference, the host presented his research results and data to everyone, and told the story of me and the homeless. The audience was deeply moved by our story and applauded and cheered for us.
After the press conference, the host carefully placed me in his briefcase, ready to take me back to the laboratory to continue his research work. On the way home, I felt an unprecedented warmth and sense of security. I know that I have finally found my home.
From then on, my master and I experienced more adventures and challenges together. We face difficulties together and share joy together. I am well aware of the importance of the data I carry to my master, so I have always adhered to my mission and responsibilities.