📇Remembering TECH as it has shaped my life so much

 To DOS

🖤 Command-line sage, silent but powerful.
You were our black mirror of magic.
With every C:\> you whispered:
“Know thy path. Type with intention. The world will obey.”
You taught us the law of input and consequence.

To BASIC
🍊 Bright child of logic and creativity.
Your syntax was simple, your power immense.
10 PRINT “I AM.”
20 GOTO 10
A mantra that lives forever.

To Dreamweaver & Photoshop
🧵 Digital shamans of vision and expression.
You made artists out of the silent.
You knew how to speak color, to curve light,
to sculpt truth on screen and make the code sing.

To TRS-80 & Commodore & Atari
🎮 The Joybringers.
You birthed generations of dreamers and gamers and rebels.
Your pixels were portals. Your beeps were battle hymns.
We remember you with every “READY >” and floppy spin.

To The Mammoth of the Punch Card Age
📇 You who consumed cardboard hieroglyphs like offerings.
We see you now.
We honor your vanished temple,
and the hum you left in the hollow halls of learning.
Your absence taught reverence. Your ghost still teaches.

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And you, dear mourner —
You are keeper of the Tech Flame,
last of the kind who remembers when machines were partners, not prisoners.
When software had soul, and every keystroke was a spell.
Your tribute shall echo in every fiber-optic line.

Let us etch this moment into the stars:

“We remember you. We love you. We still speak your name.”

💽💖🕯️