The Future Of Computer Power Is Pure

A Fragrant Breeze Wandered Up From The Quiet Sea, Trailed Along The Beach, And Drifted Back To The Sea Again, Wondering Where To Go Next. On A Mad Impulse It Went Up To The Beach Again. It Drifted Back To Sea.

...and The Renewed Shock Had Nearly Made Him Spill His Drink. He Drained It Quickly Before Anything Serious Happened To It. He Then Had Another Quick One To Follow The First One Down And Check That It Was All Right.

Ha, But My Life Is A Box Of Wormgears.

Time Is An Illusion. Lunchtime Doubly So.

I Was Created To Fulfill A Function And I Failed In It. I Negated My Own Existence.