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))