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))