The Power of the Tron

The Power of the Tron Said the Big Computer to the Human Computee: “Without me, sir, you must concur, Wherever would you be? I tally all your numbers, and I even give advice, Unlike you, I’m objective and predictably precise. ‘Way down my epicenter, I’ve a calculating brain That can compile, compute, compound, expound, explore, explain. Oh, don’t you wish you had my wits, if only an iota, For I’ve more news than I can use - I'm programmed to my quota.” And on and on it carried on, continuing to scoff, Until the Human Computee reached down and turned it OFF. And now The Big Computer sits there idle all the day, Without a boasting, bragging, calculating thing to say, While on the chair, beside it there, the Human Factor lingers, Computing trig and calculus by counting on its fingers, And when its used its fingers up, it can simply transpose And still deduce, deduct, add up, by counting on its toes! Take heed, you Mighty IBMs, and other pedigrees, Before you get too taken with your capabilities – You may have stores of knowledge; You may be an Alpha Tron, But it’s the Human Digit Ultimately Turns You ON.