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))