Everything is gone;

Your life’s work has been destroyed.

Squeeze trigger (yes/no)?

I’m sorry, there’s—um—

Insufficient—what’s-it-called?

The term eludes me ...

Windows NT crashed.

I am the Blue Screen of Death.

No one hears your screams.

Seeing my great fault

Through darkening blue windows

I begin again

The code was willing,

It considered your request,

But the chips were weak.

A file that big?

It might be very useful.

But now it is gone.

Errors have occurred.

We won’t tell you where or why.

Lazy programmers.

Server’s poor response

Not quick enough for browser.

Timed out, plum blossom.

Login incorrect.

Only perfect spellers may

enter this system.

wind catches lily

scatt’ring petals to the wind:

segmentation fault

First snow, then silence.

This thousand dollar screen dies

so beautifully.

The Tao that is seen

Is not the true Tao, until

You bring fresh toner.

Yesterday it worked

Today it is not working

Windows is like that

To have no errors

Would be life without meaning

No struggle, no joy

You step in the stream,

but the water has moved on.

This page is not here.

Hal, open the file

Hal, open the damn file, Hal

open the, please Hal

The ten thousand things

How long do any persist?

Netscape, too, has gone.

Serious error.

All shortcuts have disappeared.

Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

A pie

In the face of technology

Small blessings.