Dikt och bön...

Dessa två har jag stött på på nätet men jag vet inte riktigt från vars tyvärr.

Dikten:

The 404 poem:

It is said, "To err is human,"
That quote from alt.times.lore,
Alas, you have made an error,
So I say, "404."

Double-check your URL,
As we all have heard before.
You ask for an invalid filename,
And I respond, "404."

Perhaps you made a typo --
Your fingers may be sore --
But until you type it right,
You'll only get 404.

Maybe you followed a bad link,
Surfing a foreign shore;
You'll just have to tell that author
About this 404.

I'm just a lowly server
(Who likes to speak in metaphor),
So for a request that Idon't know,
I must return 404.

Be glad I'm not an old mainframe
That might just dump its core,
Because then you'd get a ten-meg file
Instead of this 404.

I really would like to help you,
But I don't know what you're looking for,
And since I don't know what you want,
I give you 404.

Remember Poe, insane with longing
For his tragically lost Lenore.
Instead, you quest for files.
Quoth the Raven, "404!"

och så avslutar vi med en LAN bön...

LAN-bönen:

Vår Überoper, du som är på nätet
låt din skill bli helgad.
Låt din VR komma.
Låt din vilja ske i subnäten
så som på backbone.

Ge oss idag det hack vi behöver
och förlåt oss våra errors,
liksom vi har förlåtit
de som buggar mot oss.

Och utsätt oss inte för lagg
utan rädda oss från DOS-attacker.
Ditt är nätverket,
Din är routingtabellen
och acessen i evighet.

Enter.