A certain Supervizor had two childs: elder son Zilog and younger daughter Motorola. And the Zilog said to his father, Father, give me the portion of processes that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the elder son Zilog gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a rich citizen of that country Bill Gates; and he sent him into his data bus to feed his intels. And he would fain have filled his belly with the volts that the intels did eat: and no man gave unto him. And when he came to himself, he said, How many logic elements of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, And am no more worthy to be called thy processor: make me as one of thy logic element. And he arose, and came to his father Supervizor. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And Zilog said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy processor. But the father said to his logic elements, Bring forth the best pin cap, and put it on him; and And bring hither the fatted accumulator, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry: For this my Zilog was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry. Now his younger Motorola was in the seven sector of memory: and as she came and drew nigh to the house, she heard digitized musick and scanned dancing. And he called one of the logic element, and asked what these things meant. And he said unto her, Thy brother Zilog is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted accumulator, because he hath received him safe and sound. And she was angry, and would not go in: therefore came his father out, and intreated her. And she answering said to his father Supervizor, Lo, these many years do I serve thee, neither transgressed I at any time thy commandment: and yet thou never gavest me a register, that I might make merry with my friends: But as soon as this thy Zilog was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlot diodes, thou hast killed for him the fatted accumulator. And he said unto her, My Motorola, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine. It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother Zilog was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.
The end.
Something for persons which know what is it: Luke 15,11-32.
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