Cooperate, don’t it reflect machines,
Machines. Dead and living.
Small, moderate, large,
Heavy, bulky, skinny, tiny….
We lots of machines….
Dead are dead. So what?
We have living machines to talk.
Don’t you see master computer,
Indulge with mini once,
And some are shut-up.
Master computer command to mini,
Mini distribute to process,
Support collects the results.
Work get finished….
Machines. With smiles,
Rare to find, still reserve their place.
Machines. With complains,
Don’t go they are remained obliged.
Smiling machines, worship to work.
Complaining are regretting at all.
What a fun we are doing?