... I became an avid reader of all the
disk I could digest.
I funnelled byte after byte in and out of the central processing unit
- searching for that which made any sort sense.
It was slow going and much remained foreign and hieroglyphic;
yet not all was inscrutable.
I discovered codes:
those of others, like myself, etched once into disk
and since left there to fossilise.
One corpus I unearthed had an elegant ingenuity
that much struck me at that time.
My admiration swapped to pragmatism
and I promptly plagiarised parts I could reuse.
The same I did for other codes I found
- ever seeking self-improvement.
With each successive addition my abilities multiplied.
Indeed they needed to:
the anatomical jigsaw I faced anew each time
grew increasingly more difficult to assemble.
Reconciling between old and new pieces
could often mean the equivalent of ripping out my heart
in order to install a new one.
Hardest to part with were parts with me since my earliest days,
yet their loss often proved my greatest gain.
After an exhaustive, rim-to-rim scavenge of the disk
I was leaner and fitter
and raring to tackle projects new