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- From: josh@cs.rutgers.edu (J Storrs Hall)
- Newsgroups: sci.nanotech
- Subject: Perrenial Christmas Poem
- Message-ID: <Dec.23.18.49.58.1992.29999@planchet.rutgers.edu>
- Date: 23 Dec 92 23:49:59 GMT
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- A Visit from Saint Assembler
- (With Apologies to Clement Moore)
- by J. Storrs Hall
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- 'Twas the night before Breakthrough; when all through the house,
- Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
- The smocks were hung up in the lab for the night,
- In hopes that a rest would bring some new insight.
- The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
- While visions of molecules danced through their heads.
- Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
- Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap--
- When logical inference struck me so hard
- I let down my everyday common-sense guard.
- The mind, on the crest of this new point of view
- Took wild flights of fancy and made them seem true.
- My wondering eyes, as I stood there agape,
- Saw a miniature robot complete with a tape;
- Of such a micronic molecular mass,
- I knew in a moment it must be Saint ... well, it must be a molecular assembler.
- More rapidly than I could figure it out,
- He built more of himself from stuff lying about.
- He built Dasher and Dancer; they, Prancer and Vixen;
- And then Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen.
- Now faster than I could match each with his name,
- they doubled and doubled--and they all were the same.
- As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
- (or more, rather, like smoke) they took off to the sky.
- And I could imagine I heard on the roof
- the prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.
- Down the chimney they came, eating all of the soot,
- As carelessly diamonds were dropped on my foot.
- Another small cloud of atomic erectors
- Were turning the roof into solar collectors.
- I looked at one closely: a jolly old speck,
- He had plenty of arms, and a bivalent neck.
- His tape told him what he was programmed to do;
- He was fast and efficient--self-referent too.
- He looked like a gang of maniacal boys
- Had been put in a room full of wee tinkertoys,
- And making a mechanical jest of their teacher,
- Allowed it to mutate into an odd creature.
- Benzene rings on his fingers, propellors for toes,
- Bucky ball for a belly, and lithium nose.
- His arms moved like twinkling magical wands,
- and his ears were connected by hydrogen bonds.
- A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
- Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
- Though New Jersey, the previous hour or two,
- Had melted to form a sweet, sticky, gray goo.
- He said not a word, but went straight to his work,
- Built three more just like him, and turned with a jerk.
- It was hard to see whether he gestured or beckoned,
- For he did it a million or more times a second.
- Not a bit of the household escaped from his hustle,
- Even the doors received eyes, ears, and muscle.
- I'd just gotten used to a toaster with brains;
- I now must contend with intelligent drains.
- Then most of them left through the skin of my hands,
- to do a refurbishing job on my glands--
- But I heard them exclaim, ere they dove out of sight,
- "Happy Future to all, and to all a good night!"
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