I was born the day computers first learned to think, Engineers hunt me with coffee and desperate rage, Grace Hopper taped the very first one in her logbook, I make billion-dollar machines crash for a single missing page.

'Impossibility' that I was made. Conspiracy, as some would say. A scheme, they would have you pay. Aliens must be the only way.

Everyone knows me, though no one wants me. Even though some claim otherwise, everyone has thee. I am the conqueror of armies, toppler of monarchies, At one point, I even had the whole world on its knees.

Brown hair, fair skin, a signature blank. Worth more than every penny in your every bank. A smile quite coy and eyes that wander. Could anyone paint a countenance fonder?

Turtle, Turtle, Ninja Turtle. The ceiling has my greatest signature, orange masked creature. Marble and stone obey my hand, Sculptures and frescoes across the land.