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))