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When you make love
With a computer,
There comes,
After a generation,
A child.

I said to my child:
"This is that."

Later on, the child grew,
Meeting me at a crossroads,
And replied,
"I never knew you."

There's one more thing:
OR
Two.

Here it is:
Put down the damned book!
Stop with the reading and writing!
Machines upon machines upon machines,
And there is absolutely no going back
To Thebes.

For Lethe is fat,
And the Jordan is full of mandrakes.

Like begets like,
And all comes
From nothing at all
More than one.