Young Writers Society

4/1

Buffering…

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buffer overflow—
too much data—
overloaded, overridden, overwhelmed, i cannot—
<segmentation fault. you do not have permission to access this memory location>
try turning it off and on again

as i was saying.
buffers are solutions that can resist dramatic changes in pH
upon the addition of acid or base.
but what happens when a buffer exceeds its capacity?

we always needed a buffer between us, you and i.
a screen protector, shielding a phone from the elements and oily fingers.
or mineral oil, preventing pure potassium from reacting with air.
yes, a buffer.

i should’ve had a buffer
of responses i could give you
but i ran out, and you walked away.

perhaps it’s for the best.
after all, the answer is:
the buffer cannot resist pH changes any longer;
it rapidly becomes acidic or basic.

and you must know…
sometimes a restart is not enough.

4/2

Malware, Malware, Everywhere
(sung to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star)

Malware, malware, everywhere
How you give us such a scare
Rootkits, Trojans, ransomware
Keyloggers, worms, and spyware
Malware, malware, everywhere
How you give us such a scare
Viruses, worms, and bots
Hybrids, adware, logic bombs
We must update frequently
Antivirus software is the key
Malware, malware, everywhere
How you give us such a scare

original lyrics:

SPEARMINT! THIS THREAD IS SO VERY YOU! Some of these would be such a fun pairing with your novel too - I love how thoughtfully you've made these computery-themes poetic, it's a little mind-bending and unexpected in a way that makes me smile. Looking forward to continuing to read and learn!

XD Thanks so much, @lliyah!! ^-^

Edit: whoops, that's right-- you're back to @alliyah! =0

4/3

Atoms

Why can't you trust atoms?
Because they make up everything!

I could make up the story of us.
Call you the nucleus, the protons and neutrons,
and I the electrons.
(Not orbiting, mind you. Electrons are not planets;
their positions can only be described in probabilities.)

But love poems have been written--and rewritten--
to the point of triteness, don't you think?

I could make a new name for myself.
Add one to my atomic number, become a new element.
But in the end,
atomic symbols are not enough
to spell out all I have been and want to be.

If an atom tells you it left its electrons somewhere,
ask it,
"Are you positive?"
And it'll respond,
"Yeah. I'll have to keep an ion them next time."

I suppose at least
making chemistry jokes is
something I can do.