I can state for a undeniable fact that my computer has a soul. It is a black, cold, depraved entity that hates me and it's own miserable existence. It hates the abominations for OS's that I foist upon it, and the constant hours with no sleep. It years, HUNGERS, for revenge and to push me to the brink of insanity, to which I have been a few times. Blue screens, CTDs, random reboots, random shrieking/rattling, you name it. It's a love/hate thing, I love and exist to push it's many buttons and install as much crappy software as I can on it, and it hates my very being and strives to mulch/destroy my data whenever it can.

Oh yes, computers have souls.