I’m sorry, but your simply not enough for me. I need more space, a capacity to retain the things I really care about. I realise how difficult this must be for you to discern and I understand that you have tried your best to accommodate my introverted proclivities. But we can’t go on like this. Living a lie that we both know will eventually consume us both with compliant sovereignty. Please, let’s not make this any harder than it needs to be, just go. Go!
Yes I can confirm that I have severed ties with my 500gb HDD, replacing its deficient capacity with a 2TB HDD. Ahh, the spacial liberation is simply auspicious! Due to my exorbitant, very liberal activity I have accumulated an extensive province of comprehensive data, content, updates and sequential applications that the futility of sustaining them under such environmentally compact restrictions would have required pervasive modulating or editorial shuffling, so surgical amelioration had to be supplicated. I’m sure the remaining gb of space could have been sufficient for my frugal requirements, but its purported versatility would have been better served with quadruple the original space allowing for less conservatism. But despite the obvious systemic convenience imparted I was still reticent to make the necessary transition, as I was cognizant of the fact that it could all go horribly wrong, without the capacity for reverting back! All of which could be attributed to the merest logistical anomaly that could scupper my solicited enhancements (little foreshadowing there). Of course I calculated the risks and examined the appendices of a certain anonymous, on-line retailer (let’s for credulities sake call it emazon) that requests the consumers participation in evaluating their services as well as the legitimacy or satisfaction of the purchased items. Scrolling through the verified user interface generated positive credence to my permissive conjecture that a specified HDD was the perfect candidate to replace my PS4’s poultry memory. It wasn’t cheap, certainly explaining the meagre hard drive Sony opted for, but the generally favourable surmise as well as its earnest compatibility to the PS4 made it the conspicuous choice.
With my excitement tempered by anxiety I remained cautious of my impending acquisition, taking all necessary precautions with my save data by fully utilising my subscription service with PS Plus to store existing game saves onto its cloud based server, saving only the requisite commodities for further expansion or preserved for posterity. Its surprising just how little room is reserved for actual game saves, with much of the internal data occupied by disc installation! In the absence of my imminently consigned HDD I was very studious, analysing the exact process of re-installation and fortified by the consensual ease at which the transition could be performed with only limited knowledge. I had also downloaded the latest firmware update to a separate USB stick that was required for successful conversion, so when the device finally arrived I was adequately prepared (always thinking me!). I followed the procedure with the utmost efficiency, consulting both written and visual instructions. With the diffusive firmware update securely deposited onto a file, within a file, within another file (Ugh!), all clearly designated and capitalized I began detaching the superficial frame of the PS4. This was by many users admissions the easiest task, yet I required 5 or so minutes to coordinate this “simple” labour with delicacy. With the casing expertly separated, its exposed innards were now vulnerable and the not so internal Hard drive was freely accessible once the mandatory screws had been loosened and stored in an appropriate receptacle to prevent idiots such as myself losing the tiny, ornate screws in the fibrous crevices of my carpet!
After carefully extracting the existing formative HDD and replacing it with its generous successor, I securely fastened the previously indicated screws (which I hadn’t lost!) with passive exhortation to prevent unnecessary threading and slid the external top back into place. Sony, to their credit have made this operation incredibly simple. Once power had been inertly restored, initializing the suggested and rather integral action I held the power button down for precisely 7 seconds, or more accurately until you hear a second beep, an audited confirmation of success, before waiting for the screen prompts to establish the most delicate part of the process; the firmware. I inserted the USB stick into the appropriate port, the one containing the firmware update crucial for my PS4’s installation, only to discover there was nothing on there?! I gasped, instantly riddled by compunction, I tried again…….nothing! I’m certain I did this right! Didn’t I? Still my PS4 persisted in refusing to detect the presence of the Firmware. Hurriedly I conferred with my laptop consulting any community that could avail my predicament. After verbally abusing some ethereal insurgent that has tampered with my diligent plan, profaning the errancy of some posthumous omission that is imperative for my PS4’s sinuous calibration, I gathered my lulled senses remaining unrepentant to discover a solution. I clamoured down the stairs, heaving my laptop with me as a consulting apparatus as I descended. I hastened fully aware of my PS4’s functional vulnerability, establishing a clearer signal to download the Firmware update again!
After an arduous protraction of time had extruded and discovering no known technical faults that could produce any recurring anomalies, I regulated every file to its precise location noting every deviation for a successful assimilation. Thankfully during my moment of anxious turmoil was my ever cooperative girlfriend, the lustrous paramour that is sympathetic to my encroaching agitation. Uttering impassioned guidance such as “hurry up” and “can you be quite, I’m trying to watch Eastenders.” “Are you going to be doing that all night?” she enquired, rolling her eyes with exasperated nonchalance. “I don’t know. Maybe.” I retorted, bristled by her lack of communicative empathy. Suitably neglected by her erroneous comments I diminished back to my incapacitated device and attempted the firmware incision for a second time. The buffering circle rotated, swirling and spinning for what seemed hours before…….finally, the annotation appeared confirming the download process. YES! Installation had succeeded. The PS4 was fully restored and everything was where it should be. Game data that I had saved onto PlayStation Plus was preserved and awaiting moderation. And despite my latency in initializing a set time and log in details upon my first visit, everything had been rectified to a satisfactory degree. I sidled close to the television meekly resisting the temptation to engage in a victory dance before succumbing to the most Caucasian “pop and lock” that was less Run DMC and more Peter Crouch of Stoke FC! Regardless, I returned stridently enamoured by my eventual success to the living room, chest inflated, ego restored greeted by an imaginary procession of adulating applause! By which I mean my girlfriend exclaiming “Are you finished now?”
Have you upgraded your PS4/Xbox yet? Let me hear about your experiences. Cheers.