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geschrieben am: 20.11.1999 um 12:08 Uhr
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nach einer andächtigen sepsitzung in stimmung gebracht, stöberte ich im netz herum. und das ist dabei herausgekommen...
Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
Systems manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets,
Still I sat there doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command, and waited
For the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.
Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee
Timidly I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard.
I pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine; I begged and cried, and then I swore.
Now I sat in desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before,
Reading "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
There I sat, distraught, exhausted by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
To this day I do not know
The place to which lost data goes.
What demonic nether world where data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be left one day to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
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