(Written April 12, 2011)
Hum-hum-hum
Machinery carries on as normal.
The machinery, it is said, of the prodigy.
Out pops one - two - three .... arcade games.
The perplexed mind queires,
"With all your genius, THIS is what you choose to create?"
But the prodigy is only twelve.
What else would he create?
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