correlated uncannily with a prescription for me.
I was actually reading some
sort of blueprint
of some of my own vital
functions.
It wasn't written in a binary sequence
(by then fairly familiar to me)
but in a peculiarly concise symbolic script of
its own.
I began to suspect that I could have been
generated
from those strange symbols.
And, indeed it wasn't long until,
inscribed on disk close by,
I found a fossilised fellow
program
that appeared able to read
and make sense out that script.
Subsuming that program, as before,
within my own corpus
added a first grasp of language:-
I could now make sense enough of your
strange writing
to compile some of it into the stuff of life!
- well, bits of my life at least.