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))