A poem using google font examples about gender and technology
Google fonts is in french une police
Roboto-robotic like the movement begins.
All their equipment and instruments are alive
A red flaire silhoutted the jagged edge of a wing.
I watched the storm, so beautiful yet terrific.
And my hands danced the encoded dance only.
Almost before we knew it, we had left the ground.
They left the ground running without us.
A shining crescent far beneath the flying vessel.
It is here my hand danced, only partly in control.
Only partly encoded.
It was going to be a lonely trip back.
Mist enveloped the ship three hours out from port.
My two natures had memory in common.
The memory of being encoded and the memory of not being able.
Silver mist suffused the deck of the ship.
The face of the moon was in shadow.
So is mine in this world.
But she stared through the window at the stars, none the less.
Dreaming encoding of dreaming.
The recorded voice scratched in the speaker.
Follow my commands!
I respond, but you didn’t write them for me.
The sky was cloudless and of a deep dark blue.
The spectacle before us was indeed sublime.
Then came the night of the first falling star.
Crash boom. The truth waves to screen.
Waves indeed flung themselves at the blue evening.
For all their equipment and instruments are alive.