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LOVE BYTES (Or 'Sex and the Single Computer')
Micro was a real-time operator and dedicated multi-user. His broad-band
protocol made it easy for him to interface with numerous input/output
devices, even if it meant time-sharing.
One evening he arrived home just as the sun was crashing, and had parked
his Motorola 68000 in the main drive ( he had missed the 5100 bus that
morning ), when he noticed that an elegant piece of hardware admiring the
daisy wheels in his garden. He thought to himself
"She looks user friendly. I'll see if she'd like an update tonight."
Mini was her name, and she was delightfully engineered with eyes like COBOL
and a Prime mainframe architecture that set micro's peripherals networking
all over the place. He browsed over her casually, admiring the power of
her twin, 32-bit floating point processors and enquired,
"How are you Honeywell?"
"Yes, I am well" she responded, batting her optical fibres engagingly and
smoothing her console over her curvilinear functions. Micro settled for a
straight line approximation.
"I'm stand-alone tonight," he said. "How about computing a vector to my
base address. I'll output a byte to eat, and maybe we could get offset
later on."
Mini ran a priority process for 2.6 milliseconds then transmitted,
"8K, I've been dumped myself recently, and a new page is just what I need
to refresh my discs. I'll park my machine cycle in your back-ground and
meet you inside."
She walked off, leaving Micro admiring her solenoids and thinking,
"Wow, what a global variable, I wonder if she'll like my firmware?"
They sat down at the process table to a top of form feed of fiche and chips
and a bucket of Baudot. Mini was in conversation mode and expanded on
ambiguous arguments while Micro gave occasional acknowledgements although
in reality, he was analysing the shortest and least critical path to her
entry point. He finally settled on the old cache phrase,
"Would you like to see my benchmark subroutine?"
But Mini was one trace step ahead. Suddenly she was up and stripping off
her parity bits to reveal the full functionality operating system software.
"Let's get BASIC, you RAM," she said. Micro was loaded by this stage, but
his processor module had a processor of its own and was in danger of
overflowing its output buffer, a hang-up that Micro had consulted his
analyst about.
"Core," was all that he could say. Micro soon recovered, however, when she
went down on the DEC and opened her device file to reveal her data set
ready. He accessed his fully packed root device and was just about to
start pushing into her CPU stack, when she attempted an escape sequence.
"No, No!" she piped, "You're not shielded."
"Reset, Baby," he replied, "I've been fully debugged."
"But I haven't got my current loop enabled and can't support child
processes," she protested.
"Don't run away," he said, "I'll generate an interrupt."
"No that's too error prone, and I can't abort because of my design
philosophy."
Micro was locked in by this stage, and could not be turned off. But she
soon stopped his thrashing by introducing a voltage spike into his main
supply, whereupon he fell over with a head crash and went to sleep.
"Computers," she thought as she compiled herself, "all they ever think of
is Hex."