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))