My Summer Job
This summer at my working place
I discovered something that made me lose face,
An intelligence possibly from outer-space
Soon after my job at ERDEC began
We noticed problems with our LAN
Mysterious troubles in an office-wide span.
The X-Terminals were broken
As if by some token
Of an alien discipline
The color printer was possessed
The HP lasers were a mess
The problem we could only guess.
The file server was always down
We noticed with a frown
As if our problems just to crown.
Netscape ceased in working fast
The fonts we needed would not last
And out the core dumps we did cast.
Joe and Vince, under whose watch
An evilness managed to botch
The Tektronix with an evil splotch.
These two brave guys
Were able to devise
A way to break the alien's disguise.
The prescence's name was HAL
He is not a real great pal;
He really lowered our group's morale.
Alien or program,
Remnant or diagram,
Or just an unearthly sham
He must be removed
As been approved
Before one of us is accused
Of destroying the computers many
Where we could not find any
Problems worth a penny.
We read the Tektronix docs
There, clever as a fox,
Hidden by many blocks
An automated fax named HAL
In this locale
We must corral
And bring him to an end.
So to defend
We did depend
On programs, quite a few.
With Samba true
And Showcase too
We kept Joe's icons from a fate
Of tremendous weight
As we waited for Hal to disintegrate
The Tektronix works
With fewer quirks
And now there are pentiums and other perks.
So weakened in scads
By the three brave lads,
HAL hibernates in the Hitachi digitized pads.....
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