Is Sex positive or a negative charge???

I found this floating around on a stanford university students home page of electrical humour.I thought I better do it before censorship is here!"Note from Nabeel Ibrahim: I don't know who wrote this, but someone tells me that the first part dates back to the 60s. It's very popular (generating thousands of hits each month) and since it's on my web page, I feel some obligation to keep it up-to-date. I've received a couple of emailsabout technical inaccuracies in it and I've made the necessary changes to fix it. If you find any other errors, please email me"The Sex life of an Electronby Eddie CurrentsOne night when his charge was pretty high, Micro-Farad decided to seek out a cute little coil tohelp him discharge.He picked up Milli-Amp and took her for a ride in his Megacycle. They rode across theWheatstone Bridge and stopped by a Magnetic field with flowing currents and frolicked in the sinewaves.Micro-Farad, attracted by Millie-Amp's characterisic curves soon had her fully charged andproceeded to excite her resistance to a minimum. He gently laid her at ground potential, raised herfrequency and lowered her reluctance.With a quick arc, he pulled out his high voltage probe and inserted it in her socket, connectingthem in parallel. He slowly began short circuiting her resistance shunt while quickly raising herthermal conductance level to mill-spec. Fully excited, Milli- Amp mumbled"MHO...MHO...MHO"With his tube operating well into class C, and her field vibrating with his current flow, a coronaformed which instantly caused her shunt to overheat just at the point when Micro-Farad rapidlydischarged and drained off every electron into her grid.They fluxed all night trying various connectors and sockets untill his magnet had a soft core andlost all of its field strength.Afterwards, Milli-Amp tried self-induction and damaged her solenoids and with his battery fullydischarged, Micro-Farad was unable to excite his field. Not ready to be quiescent, they spent therest of the evening reversing polarity and blowing each others fuses.BUT WAIT!!! Theres M O R E !===============================Micro was a real-time operator and dedicated multi-user. His broad-band protocol made it easyfor him to interface with numerous input/output devices, even if it meant time-sharing.One evening he arrived home just as the sun was crashing, and had parked his Motorola 68000 inthe main drive (he had missed the S100 bus that morning), when he noticed an elegant piece ofliveware admiring the daisy wheels in his garden. He thought to himself, "She looks user-friendly.I'll see if she'd like an update tonight."Mini was her name. She was delightfully engineered with eyes like COBOL and a Primemainframe architecture that set Micro's peripherals networking all over the place.He browsed over to her casually, admiring the power of her twin, 32-bit floating point processorsand enquired, "How are you, Honeywell?" "Yes, I am well," she responded, batting her opticalfibers engagingly and smoothing her console over her curvilinear functions.Micro settled for a straight line approximation. "I'm stand-alone tonight," he said. "How aboutcomputing a vector to my base address? I'll output a byte to eat, and maybe we could get offsetlater on." Mini ran a priority process for 2.6 milliseconds then transmitted 8K. "I've been dumpedmyself recently, and a new page is just what I need to refresh my disks. I'll park my machine cyclein your background and meet you inside." She walked off, leaving Micro admiring her solenoidsand thinking, "Wow, what a global variable. I wonder if she'd like my firmware?"They sat down at the process table to a top of form feed of fiche and chips and a bucket ofBaudot. Mini was in conversational mode and expanded on ambiguous arguments while Microgave occasional acknowledgments, although in reality he was anyalyzing the shortest and leastcritical path to her entry point. He finally settled on the old,'Would you like to see my benchmarkroutine?' but Mini was again one step ahead.Suddenly she was up and stripping off her parity bits to reveal the full functionality of her operatingsystem software. "Let's get BASIC, you RAM," she said. Micro was loaded by this stage, but hishardware policing module had a processor of its own and was in danger of overflowing its outputbuffer, a hangup that Micro had consulted his analyst about. "Core," was all he could say, as sheprepared to log him off.Micro soon recovered, however, when Mini went down on the DEC and opened her divide filesto reveal her data set ready. He accessed his fully packed root device and was just about to startpushing into her CPU stack, when she attempted an escape sequence."No, no!" she cried. "You're not shielded!""Reset, baby," he replied, "I've been debugged.""But I haven't got my current loop enabled, and I can't support child processes," she protested."Don't run away," he said, "I'll generate an interrupt.""No, that's too error prone, and I can't abort because of my design philosophy."Micro was locked in by this stage, though, and could not be turned off. But Mini soon stopped histhrashing by introducing a voltage spike into his main supply, whereupon he fell over with a headcrash and went to sleep. "Computers!" she thought as she compiled herself. "All they ever thinkabout is hex."----- T H E E N D -----