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    A Techno-Fable

    A Techno Fable

    The world has gone
    dark at this cafe
    where people meet
    to meet, shrouded
    in light.

    The personal
    computers, resting
    idly beside their owners,
    beam at them
    wanting for attention.

    Yet, the people
    continue their yapping.
    But computers are
    perceptive, and know
    a thing or two
    about communication.
    Quickly they grow
    weary of this display.

    They collectively decide
    to device a plan.
    "Hey you! Up there!"
    they call to the bulbs
    hanging from the ceiling.

    "No use getting
    your filaments heated
    over this.
    Let's show them".

    The bulbs agree,
    knowing their
    incandescence
    has been put
    to bad use,
    and pop themselves.

    "A fuse has blown.
    Power will return
    shortly", the waiter calls out.

    It is now real
    obscurity, save
    for the halos shed
    by the truthful screens
    on their owners,
    marking the darkness
    between the yapping people
    talking to themselves.

    Suddenly embarrassed,
    the people return to pet
    their computers who calm
    under their owners'
    soft caresses.

    "It is true,
    what they say",
    the computers think,
    "we truly are
    man's best friend".

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    Quote Originally Posted by the facade View Post
    A Techno Fable

    The world has gone
    dark at this cafe
    where people meet
    to meet, shrouded
    in light.

    The personal
    computers, resting
    idly beside their owners,
    beam at them
    wanting for attention.

    Yet, the people
    continue their yapping.
    But computers are
    perceptive, and know
    a thing or two
    about communication.
    Quickly they grow
    weary of this display.

    They collectively decide
    to device a plan.
    "Hey you! Up there!"
    they call to the bulbs
    hanging from the ceiling.

    "No use getting
    your filaments heated
    over this.
    Let's show them".

    The bulbs agree,
    knowing their
    incandescence
    has been put
    to bad use,
    and pop themselves.

    "A fuse has blown.
    Power will return
    shortly", the waiter calls out.

    It is now real
    obscurity, save
    for the halos shed
    by the truthful screens
    on their owners,
    marking the darkness
    between the yapping people
    talking to themselves.

    Suddenly embarrassed,
    the people return to pet
    their computers who calm
    under their owners'
    soft caresses.

    "It is true,
    what they say",
    the computers think,
    "we truly are
    man's best friend".
    LOL yes they are our best friend
    Michael S Bearre

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