Micro was a real-time operator and dedicated multi-user. His
broad- band protocol made it easy for him to interface with numerous
input/output devices, even if it meant time-sharing.
One
evening he arrived home just as the Sun was crashing, and had parked
his Motorola 68040 in the main drive (he had missed the 5100 bus that
morning), when he noticed an elegant piece of live ware admiring the
daisy wheels in his garden.
He thought to himself, "She looks user-friendly. I'll see if she'd like an update tonight."
Mini was her name, and she was delightfully engineered with eyes like
COBOL and a PRIME mainframe architecture that set Micro's peripherals
networking all over the place.
He browsed over to her casually,
admiring the power of her twin, 32-bit floating point processors and
inquired "How are you, Honeywell?".
"Yes, I am well." she
responded, batting her optical fibers engagingly and smoothing her
console over her curvilinear functions.
Micro settled for a
straight line approximation. "I'm stand-alone tonight." he said, "How
about computing a vector to my base address? I'll output a byte to eat,
and maybe we could get offset later on."
Mini ran a
priority process for 2.6 milliseconds, then transmitted 8K. "I've been
dumped myself recently, and a new page is just what I need to refresh
my disks. I'll park my machine cycle in your background and meet you
inside."
She walked off, leaving Micro admiring her solenoids and
thinking, "Wow, what a global variable, I wonder if she'd like my
firmware?"
They sat down at the process table to top of form feed of fiche and chips and a bucket of baudot.
Mini was in conversation mode and expanded on ambiguous arguments while
Micro gave the occasional acknowledgments, although, in reality, he was
analyzing the shortest and least critical path to her entry point.
He finally settled on the old 'Would you like to-see-my-benchmark routine?' but Mini was again one step ahead.
Suddenly she was up and stripping off her parity bits to reveal the full functionality of her operating system software.
"Let's get BASIC, you RAM." she said.
Micro was loaded by this; his hardware was in danger of overflowing its
output buffer, a hang-up that Micro had consulted his analyst about.
"Core." was all he could say, as she prepared to log him off.
Micro soon recovered, however, when Mini went down on the DEC and opened her divide files to reveal her data set ready.
He accessed his fully packed root device and was just about to start
pushing into her CPU stack, when she attempted an escape sequence.
"No, no!" she cried, "You're not shielded!"
"Reset, Baby." he replied, "I've been debugged."
"But I haven't got my current loop enabled, and I can't support child processes." she protested.
"Don't run away." he said, "I'll generate an interrupt."
"No, that's too error prone, and I can't abort because of my design philosophy."
Micro was locked in by this stage, though, and could not be turned off.
But Mini soon stopped his thrashing by introducing a voltage spike into
his main supply, whereupon he fell over with a head crash and went to
sleep.
"Computers!", she thought, as she recompiled herself......
......."All they ever think of is hex!"
? what the hell. not really funny
Too many paragraph
You need to be both a software and hardware pro to get this joke, I was giggling at it for a minute.
nerd jokes leh
ok i noe a little bit... got study little computers. lol : )
pointdexter jokes.
hahaha
English!
solenoids... haahhaa