Buggy (an acrostic poem)

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Bounding the dunes without a care in the world

Under the glittering stars high above

Giving a middle finger to the rest of the jealous, stressful world

Going to do this forever and nothing was going to stop me

Yet that’s when the car’s computer crashed and left me stranded on the God-forsaken beach all alone

Beep (an acrostic poem)

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Being in IT when every computer on campus was making noises

Especially as they rebooted over and over again was not going to be good

Ernie knew he was doomed for a long long long day

Perhaps this was not the week to give up swearing, but he wanted to yell something.  “Oh …”

Crash (an acrostic poem)

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Clutter of electronics covered his desk like high tech lichen on a wooden rock

Reality bending miracles of the past now mere pieces and memories

And he kept contributing new relics to the collection

Swearing, he flicked the switch again, but

His computer still wasn’t booting, just more of the blue plague infecting his vision

Model (an acrostic poem)

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Making miniatures of real life was their thing

Organizing all the bits and pieces

Determining how to fit them all together

Enabling the construct to simulate the reality, but at a smaller level

Letting them travel through time as they watched the big bang unfold on their computer screen

Layers (an acrostic poem)

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Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces

As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server

Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation

Everything was a matter of time, though

Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort

So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him

Code (an acrostic poem)

Clicking like mad on her keyboard

Ordering her computer to bend to her will

Determined to watch it compile and run successfully

Errors proliferated like rabbits and she decided it was going to be a long night

 

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Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Computer chips and meat meshed together was now his identity

You would think he would feel superior

But he felt definitely less than human

Of course, now he could now bench press a bus

Reality was he was a ghost in his own machine

Giving him a haunted look in his remaining eye

 

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Word Count (an acrostic poem)

When sitting down in front of her computer

Olivia began her daily penance

Racing fingers

Dancing on the keyboard

 

Crafting new realms from the ether

Outpouring her imagination onto the page

Until she felt she could write no more that day

Nanowrimo would push her to become the writer she wanted to be

That or break her will to write till New Years.

 

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Drift (an acrostic poem)

Demands on Freda’s time threatened to swamp her

Really she needed to have some me time

Instead she was here in front of her computer drowning in data

Figures and graphs danced in her head until she decided enough was enough

The squeal of her tires as she floated through the corner was so much better

Touch (an acrostic poem)

Tim saw Josie bent over, trying to fix her computer

Oh man, she was in those tight yoga pants

Unable to control himself, he reached out

Cupping her firm backside with both hands

Her response was a swift punch to his nose, breaking it, his heart, and his employment

 

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