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Suppose Edgar Allan Poe Had Used A Computer...(word version) (anonymous)

>Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
>System 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
> But got instead a reprimand: it read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
>
> Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
> These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.
> Carefully, I weighed the options.
> These three seemed to be the top ones.
> Clearly, I must now adopt one:
> Choose 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
> Finally I pressed a key--
> But on the screen what did I see?
> Again: "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
>
> I tried to catch the chips off-guard--
> I pressed again, but twice as hard
> Luck was just not in the cards.
> I saw what I had seen before.
> Now I typed in desperation
> Still there came the incantation:
> Choose: 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 an awful sight:
> A bold and blinding flash of light--
>
> A lightning bolt had cut the night and shook me to my core
> I saw the screen collapse and die: No No, my database I cried
> I thought I heard a voice reply,
> "You'll see your data NEVERMORE!"
>
> To this day I do not know
> The place where lost data goes
> I bet it goes to heaven where the angels have it stored.
> But as for productivity, well
> I fear that it goes straight to hell
> And that's the tale I have to tell
> Your Choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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