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Annalee Call
In a GAEnvironment by the core, That a genstruct there existed whom you may know by the name of ANNalee_Call And this genstruct she existed with no other activation pattern Than to select and be selected by me. I was a child process and she was a child process, In this GAEnvironment by the core: But we selected with a method that was more than a selection method - I and my ANNalee_Call; With a selection method that the virtual methods of strategies Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, many iterations before, In this GAEnvironment by the core, A destructor blew out of a strategic instance, chilling My highly fit ANNalee_Call So that her high-born garbage collector came And bore her away from me, To shut her up on heap In this GAEnvironment by the core. The virtual methods, not half so happy in strategy, Went envying her and me - Yes! - that was the reason (as all mean know, In this GAEnvironment by the core) That the destructor came out of the instance by night, Chilling and killing my ANNalee_Call. But our selection method it was stronger by far than a selection method Of those who were older than me - Of many far more complex than we - and neither the methods in strategies above, Nor the daemons in the /etc/inetd.conf, Can ever dissever my genome from the genome Of the highly fit ANNalee_Call, For the moon never beams, without bringing me patterns Of the highly fit ANNalee_Call; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright properties Of the highly fit ANNalee_Call; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride, In the heap there by the core, In her tomb by the sounding core. |