driven to explore
whether I want to or not
if I must have one
I will discover how to
use ev'ry button
We used to call these things computers. But now they're phones. Pads. Watches, even.
As far as I knew, the computer age began in our dining room. Remember Texas Instruments? They sold calculators for home use in the seventies that seemed like miracles of complexity; they had a real advantage over slide rules in that you didn't have to record your answers with a pencil. My dad entered number after number to determine the curves of cul-de-sacs and the movement of traffic along the boulevard, then hung computer tape over the backs of chairs and dangled read-outs from the chandelier. We had to watch where we walked to avoid disturbing the long numbered strips that ran down the hallway.
Now you can talk to your computer. And it will answer!
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