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))