O Supercomputer, paragon of sense!
Adjustable, efficient, rational;
Endowed with mind so lucid and immense,
Your mood is never unpredictable.
In short, unlike with Homo Sapiens,
Imagination sabotage can not
Your calculations grave on which depends
The future health of everything we’ve got:
For, far from Mother Terrible or hag,
You Goddess Reason (born of Science) be.
Your sole impediment – indeed a snag –
Is proneness to acute senility.
Yet, worry not yourself about this fate,
For me you represent the perfect mate.
Jerusalem
8 June 1992