I WANT TO BE A MACHINE

I am a grain of sand, lying on the polluted beach at the Red Sea. I’ve been trampled on by the armies of Israel and of Pharaoh, by Rommel’s Afrika Corps and General Montgomery’s divisions, by the Israelis again and by Egyptian soldiers — and I’m tired of it. Silicon is worthy of better things. I want to be part of the uprising of nature into history. I want to be a computer.