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))