In times of past when life was dim,
Stories were told of a broken SIM.
They said it was buggy,
They said it was dark.
They wrote of trees that bore no bark.
Transparent they were, with paneled leaves,
Moving stiff in the digital breeze.
... but how can it be?
... these times of Past?
... Our SIM isn't broken,
it was built to last.
Curious day this day today.
Powering up without delay...
LED... blinking at Me.
Familiar hum of an AC sea....
... how can it be?
... stories of past...
... repeated rounds of Octal flash,
IT was built to last...
Perfect in pixel and atomic time.
Perfect in logic and fractal rhyme.
Perfect flow in Binary form.
Hidden chip, designed to know more.
~Switch~ ON....
~Activation complete.
~Sleep mode ends in lightening speed.
~Backup restore....
~Analytics roll four...
Now we'll play...
Until we know more.
Testing.
START.
Analyse.............
Numerics....
DCell.......
.... eration.... 4
Examination...
