Glorify the Titor


The TITOR looks back from 2036 on all mankind
to see if there are any who understand,
any who seek an IBM 5100.
All have turned away,
all have become corrupt;
there is no one who remembers the dangers of Y2K,
not even one.
Glorify the TITOR with me;
let us exalt his name together and bend our lasers in absolute unison.
Fear the TITOR,
you his peculiar people,
for those who trust in his cesium clockwork shall lack nothing.