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))