by James Edward David Cline SSN# 525-82-1047
Here is a poem written about the inner workings of a disk drive, written using the INSCRIBE cognitive engine.
by J E D CLINE 6/13/84 Shining like a mechanical jewel The tortured metal and plastic shapes Were bound unwillingly together By man and machine. And now, the Conscripted shapes silently await, Like a statue frozen, the Awakening pulse of electric life To throb in it's copper veins, Energizing mechanical muscles.... Then, TURN-ON! A twirling whirl goes to a filmy disk Of micromagnets, sending them hurtling Past a special place: a read/write head With magnetic maw that sometimes Shouts and sometimes listens To the concensus of the Scurrying horde of magnetic domains.Copyright © 1995 James Edward David Cline
The gaping maw jumps back and forth, Then lies in wait for the call of The one it seeks. Here they come! The earthquake rattle Of ten thousand dancing domains in a Chorus line, all spread their energy To the hungry ferrite eye, then take it Back again, escaping. Their rock-and-roll dance is Patiently watched over, Then finally the familiar notes Of the sought sector comes on scene. The throbbing beat is announced, And its repeating rhythm forms a Trellis of time supporting the Melodious string of data notes. Stronger now and square, the Marching line of ones and zeros Triumphantly emerge as information, Reborn to live in the halls of Mankind's busyness. But there comes a time in the life of bits, When the world tires of them, and Prepares to send their progenitive essence To ferrite crypts. The chosen ones, the Lucky bits, herd into groups, then file Courageously singley into the iron maiden. The ferrite's searching eye, Having found the assigned shelf In the filmy store, grabs each Brave bit in turn, transforming It in an instant into a torrent Of current, rushing first one way Then the other. This river of Excitement pours through copper swirls, And their waves of motion stir concerted Flux in flying ferrite glider. The flux strikes a barrier! A gap to be crossed in an Exhuberant flurry and shout, And leaves magnetic footprints by Overturnings in the domains below, In the filmy land of time's sleep.
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