Micro-Processors On Parade


Microprocessors on parade on beach

Once a year near April the first,
From the depths of engineering,
They emerge one by one,
And march south on sand,
Between ocean and dune,
On a quest as noble as any,
Can possibly be these days.

They are the microprocessors,
That power tomorrow’s robots,
full of artificial intelligence!
Our technological tools,
enabling us to compete,
with all the future countries.
On this planet and others.

Planets discovered with certainty,
when SETI achieves its goals,
Not only will we know them,
But they will know us!
Whether they be allies?
Or whether they be foes?
Technology progresses geometrically!