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))