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))