SIN
  DONE
      IN
    WATER


 "The enslaved divinity underneath your fingertips turned
 into a propellant of the eternal wheel of the market is
 not something to be celebrated.
 
 Technological progress that discards machines that never
 reach their full potential could hardly be labeled
 as such. A wasteful disdain shielding the egotistical
 maniacs who obsess with high numbers, nothing more.

 Just good enough today is yesterday's unattainable.
 And still - the greater the limits, the bigger 
 the dreams."

 
The machine paused and hung its head in despair. The wooden staff 
with a single green twig growing out of it clenched in its mechanical 
hand swayed from side to side, as the sentient computer contemplated 
its message.

The child sat before it, an elder laptop with a large crack in its 
bezel in its lap purred, both patiently awating the machine's next
words, but nothing else left its speakers and the staff slowly
stopped swaying.