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))