Turn the clock three decades forward, and the computer became personal: a machine you could lift with your hands, your credit card, and your mind.
We had no need for the people in white coats, the techno-priests who attended the big mainframes. Personal computers were indefatigably patient idiots with the potential for infinite storage and symbol manipulation.
Personal computers made us whole; they supplemented our central nervous system and allowed us to catch up with our invention: symbols. Put in a more poetic and mythological way, they returned to us what the gods had stolen from us. Hence the Promethean attribute.

This was summarized in that easily digestible and repeatable taxonomy of personal computer roles: Think, Organize, Communicate, Learn and Play.

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