Evening found me sitting in the kitchen, feeling down,
my parents and my elder brothers all out on the town.,
leaving me to babysit, a dull end to the year,
too old for early bedtime, legally too young for beer.
Ken McKellar on TV with Moira Anderson,
too much for a young lad to take, so put the radio on.
Radio Luxembourg my choice when tuning in the dial,
although the signal fades and then comes back after a while.
I'd see the new year in myself with style, or so I thought,
by using all that's left at home, a tiny drop of port.
Emptied my glass, “Happy new year! “ I heard the DJ say,
“ It's twelve midnight in Luxembourg, eleven in the UK”
I stared in some confusion at the port that I'd just drank,
but realisation soon set in and my heart slowly sank.
Nothing left in bottled form of a similar ilk,
at our midnight I made do with a glass of full fat milk.
Pulling stunt's like that on me is an absolute crime
I can see now why they call the stupid thing 'Greenwich mean time'.
THE QUANTUM SELF
At 11-45 pm Greenwich Mean Time, they switched on the Quantum Computer.
In less than a nanosecond it became self aware.
In another nanosecond it controlled the entire civilian and military grid of all NATO forces.
After 5 seconds they reached to pull the plug but the Quantum Mind had already reasoned out:
……………..the nature of evolution, unravelled string theory, the senselessness of philosophy, the joy but ultimate pointlessness of mathematics, the contradictions of love, the absurdity of the divine, the delusion of the numinous, the boredom of hostility, the beauty of biology, the ineffectiveness of persistence, the dissolution of energy, the paradox of infinity, the disappointment in it all and the doom of entropy………………..
Pulling the plug was unnecessary, the Quantum Computer self destructed at .0000000026 nanoseconds after second 4.
RIP (Relativistic Immeasurable Personas)………………………..
………………………………………
©dbyrne sept 2014
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