I have named my laptop. As a person who names cars, I find this perfectly reasonable behaviour. To me, she is a friend; friends have names.
My laptop is my refuge. On days when I don’t have the time to write I glance at her longingly as I do my chores. She represents hope, freedom and my secret life. It’s secret until I unleash parts of my writing out into the world, like releasing half a dozen doves into the sky.