Fortran, Pascal, Smalltalk and Java sitting in a vacant lot...
Fortran, Pascal, Smalltalk and Java are sitting
around a guttering fire in a vacant lot strewn
with cyber-debris from by gone eras.
Pascal says wistfully, "I could have been somebody -- I
could have been a contender. P-code geez, what
was I thinking?"
Smalltalk wimpers, "I was afraid to go outside.
Everybody is so pushy -- I need uninterrupted peace
and quiet to think."
Fortran rapidly strokes his flowing white beard and
shouts, "Structure? I don't need no stinkin'
structure. What the Hollerith are you talking
about? I still goto calls."
Java sits there quietly staring into space for
a moment and then reaches into a patched old package
and pulls out several obscure objects. He places
them in a row in front of him. He picks up one of
the objects, a gaudy orange contraption, brushes it
off and puts it back.
He looks up and stutters, "I was l-l-listening b-b-but
I can't uh-uh-uh-understand why they d-d-didn't like
w-w-w-what I had to of-of-of-offer. It was f-f-f-f-free
and th-th-th-th-th....they ............" Java finishes and
stares into the shadows at Ada dancing crazily on piles
of ISO/IEC 8652:2007(E).
Just then Flash drives by in his elegantly designed
and efficient new EV, looks at the tattered foursome
sitting in the vacant lot. Gives a knowing look
to his beautiful wife Ars Graphica, shakes his head and
accelerates into the brilliantly chromatic sunrise....