Recently one of my friends, a computer wizard, paid me a visit. As we were talking I mentioned that I had recently installed
WindowsXP on my PC. I told him how happy I was with this operating system and showed him the Windows XP CD. To my surprise he
threw it into my microwave oven and turned it on.
I gave a cry and groped for the tongs, because the CD had become precious to me, but he said: 'Do not worry; it is unharmed.'
After a few minutes he took the CD out, gave it to me and said: 'Take a close look at it.'
I received the CD in my shrinking palm: It seemed to have become thicker and heavier than ever. At first I could not see
anything, but on the inner edge of the central hole I saw an inscription, an inscription finer than anything I had ever seen
before. The inscription shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth:
"12413AEB2ED4FA5E6F7 D78E78BEDE820945092OF 923A40EElOE5IOCC98D44 AA08E324"
"I cannot read the fiery letters," I said in a quavering voice.
'No,' he said, 'but I can. The letters are Hex, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Microsoft, which I shall not utter here. But this in the Common Tongue is what is said, close enough:
'One OS to rule them all, one OS to to find them, 'One OS to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.'