the computer        
                                          
                                     
                                          
      incredibly weird artifact, data     
    processing tool, inventor, planner,   
   gear designer, music composer, glue,   
               instrument...              
                                          
 not  entirely  human  made,  of  course. 
                                          
 a hundred old women  understand one tiny 
 trinket each,  and  the one  hundred and 
        first how to assemble them        
                                          
 in the beginning a rythm,  and  a way of 
 thought, carried  on  a dark oaken wind, 
                                          
 and   spread   from   girl    to   girl, 
                                          
 and  in  time  the  taiwan multinational 
          semiconductor company,          
                                          
 and in time  they  could forge their own 
    forgeries, and the forgeries would    
          shape their own intent          
                                          
 and the amiga was born  (other computers 
 are children of the amiga (the amiga  is 
            a kind of harpy))