By mountain’s root in pools I dwell, A name forgotten, lost to spell. Two voices weave my tattered will.. One whisper soft, one sharp and shrill.

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.

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.