Interim 1: An Echo

"Why did you kill the I'mprint?" A deep, hearty voice asks as I continue scribbling down on the notebook.
"Kill it? I just broke a hard drive..." I respond nonchalantly, eyes focused on the task. The low hum of a computer's fans and the scratching of a fountain pen on paper were the only sound for several moments in the tiny room. 
"But it hadn't done anything wrong. Couldn't you have just talked to it and calmed it down? Powered it down gently?"