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))