Prose Poem: Computer's

Electric cords running everywhere as snakes running the jungle. With the CMD and them console codes. Nothing more than a computer of the cyber space. Sending files, and more files, with much support. Nothing more than the Transport layer and then bits sending back and forth. The cyber space is nothing more than an endless space of nothingness. Computers are like the endless abyss, becoming more advance with endless memory. To the network and the endless coding, nothing like the social community. Stating to the life of computers, to the endless chats, computer states, and how html and php are the interface of the national web.To the electrical clouds and wireless connections, what to advanced to next? To the everlasting computer programs, or the everlasting battery life. Nothing to the next RAM update or even the endless computer updating to the fastest update. What is to come next? The mother board to update or even the Os update from Vista to Windows 7, maybe to be Xp to Windows 7. Electric cords running from the endless trail, the electricity like the thunder storms rushing around. Nothing like the endless cyber space. Nothing like it, like an abyss to and endless space. What’s to happen in the past or the future, without the cyber space? Nothing like the endless burning of the speed of the CPU and the processes. Many different computers are arranged theses can be from fast to slow. Fast as the NAS cars on a Saturday morning, or as slow as a snail reaching its destination. What’s to abide to get your computer up to the top speed, what’s to say nothing? As it’s a brand new age of the cyber space, nothing to overcome, and nothing to beat, but to keep improving. Electric cords running everywhere as snaking running the jungle or the forest.