Rynna, I had replied but I noticed it did not get to here. You are so sweet and young: a floppy disk, or diskette, is a disk storage medium composed of a disk of thin and flexible magnetic storage medium, sealed in a rectangular plastic carrier lined with fabric that removes dust particles. They are read and written by a floppy disk drive (FDD). (wikipedia) No computer has that anymore as we have huge harddrives and use USB sticks for outside storage. Before that there was even a bigger disk the 5 1/4 inch , I even remember them…… haha I grew up with no computers……..and it was funny to convert from all written Hotel journals to a computerised system. I went through that in 1984, in a hotel in London, it was fun, revolutionary! Hope that explains! xx π
Ute smile 
You made me laugh and to all to this : I gotta say – Computer was something not everyone could have π those days.
Mani, I am talking about those days further back when there WAS no computer…….when I went to school…with the dinosaurs, my children would say! π
Ha ha ha… I think I know what you are saying. In my part of the world, it anyways took ages to see something like Computer π lol π
Lol
I love this so much. This is one of my favorite poems you’ve ever written.
Now, this is cyberpunk poetry. I love a lot! π
Confess, I found it , I didn’t write it but I found it great too. Thanks for your lovely comment.
You’re very welcome. π
Ute, what’s a 3 1/2 floppy???
Rynna, I had replied but I noticed it did not get to here. You are so sweet and young: a floppy disk, or diskette, is a disk storage medium composed of a disk of thin and flexible magnetic storage medium, sealed in a rectangular plastic carrier lined with fabric that removes dust particles. They are read and written by a floppy disk drive (FDD). (wikipedia) No computer has that anymore as we have huge harddrives and use USB sticks for outside storage. Before that there was even a bigger disk the 5 1/4 inch , I even remember them…… haha I grew up with no computers……..and it was funny to convert from all written Hotel journals to a computerised system. I went through that in 1984, in a hotel in London, it was fun, revolutionary! Hope that explains! xx π
Oh, I think I’ve just dated myself by understanding most of that list π
Welcome to my world… π
Times do change, don’t they? π
Certainly do, not always for the worse though! π I like where and how we live.