A LOVE STORY
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		Micro was a real time user and a 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 Micro arrived home just as the sun was
               	crashing. He had parked his Motorola 68000 in the
               	main drive - he had missed the 5100 bus that moring,
               	when he noticed an elegant piece of liveware
               	inspecting the daisy wheels in his garden. "She looks
               	user-friendly," he thought. "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 shifted 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 optic
               	fibers engagingly and smoothing her console over her
               	curvilinear functions. Micro thought about a recursive
               	approach but 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
               	dumped the results. "I've been put on a queue myself
               	recently and a rendezvous is just what I need to
               	activate my tasks. I'll park my machine cycle and meet
               	you inside." She walked off leaving Micro admiring
               	the way her dynamic resources were allocated and
               	thinking, "Wow, what a cache! I wonder if she's
               	available for prime time maintenance."

               	They sat down at the process table to a platter of fiche
               	and chips and a basket of baudot. Mini was in
               	conversational mode and expanded on ambiguous
               	arguments while Micro gave continuous
               	acknowledgements although, in background, he was
               	analyzing the shortest and least critical path to her
               	entry point. He finally decided on the old 'Would you
               	like to see some of my benchmark programs' but Mini
               	anticipated his flow.

               	Without a prompt, 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 commanded. Micro was executing
               	firmware by this stage, but his hardware policing
               	module had an accelerated processor and was in
               	danger of overflowing its output buffer - a bug that
               	Micro had been consulting his analyst about. "Core
               	dump!" he complained.
	
               	Micro auto-recovered however, when Mini went
               	down on DEC and opened her divide files to reveal
               	her data set ready. He accessed his fully packed root
               	device and was just about to enter her kernal when she
               	attempted an escape sequence.	

               	"Abort!" she cried. "You're not shielded."	

               	"Reset, baby," he said. "I've been debugged."

               	"But I haven't got my current loop disabled and I can't
               	support child processes," she protested.

               	"Don't run away," he begged. "I'll generate an
               	interrupt."

               	"No, that's too error prone - and I can't abort because
               	of my design philosophy."

               	Micro was in phase locked oscillations by this stage
               	and could not be terminated. But Mini soon stopped
               	his thrashing by inducing a voltage spike in his main
               	supply, whereupon he fell over with a head crash and
               	went to sleep.

               	"Computers!" she thought as she compiled herself.
               	"All they ever think about is hex!