Why sweet Jahova, why do you taunt me with tiny mechanical boxes of man's own designing? Have I not been a decent soul? Why must these so called aids in computing mock me with a gleeful perniciousness? Have I brought pain or dispair to some innocent silicate kin of theirs? Merciful maker bring me peace from these mercurial demons of alloys and plastics.
Take my checkbook and cards of credit, I beg you. Just please deliver unto me a ciphering cube free of malice with a winsome coating of reliability and staunch trustworthiness. Punish me no more! L. Pants
