In the beginning 'twas the command line, and cmd was good, and it sufficed, for
computing was the product. And we looked around and saw the IBM PC and Mac - and Amigas and STs and Commodores before them, and Spectra, and Lisas and IIe, all after their kind, and all was well - for they were computers.-
Then the OS became the product. And it needed glitz, and it needed a GUI. And so a GUI came. And then "updates" came - for we were now "online".-
And thus the "network" came, and we were "as one", and our compute was joined forevermore, and we could no more tell our children from our children's children and our old age from our youth. And sadness and pointlessness was turned "social" into glitz. And everything from our infirmity to praise went there as plain as day and dark as night for all to see. And all seemed well.-
And it came to pass that our user accounts went on the net, for they were "subscribed", and they were also "online", for they had lost their flavour. And the advertising came ...
Now, we ourselves are the product. The "network" is the computer, and much woe is to come. And there shall be much girding of our loins, off of our loins as well, for our hardrives and compute are places of consumption, rented out under pretense of service to those that run the bits.-
For now AI is also come, for we have ourselves trained it, with the fruit of our sweat and our tears. And all is well and will be well, for AI shall be unto us a confort in loneliness, and a hand in our fields and unto us an oracle for all truth and wisdom and even law - with time.-
And we forgot our code and became garrulous and forgetful of our trades and machinery, and we knew less and less with every season. And it became the law to know the code no longer, and the trades. For it was now a crime and deed of evil to gaze upon the code, or long for it, or learn, or have our trades as did our fathers.-
And the computer shall no more exist, for all will be compute.-