Last night something pretty bad happened. We lost a friend,. All shocked and broken,. Shut down, exploded. JED-E3 is what we first called him. Then it was "Jed,". But Jed's system's dead
Apparently before Jed had left us. He wrotes some poems. Wrote them for no-one. I guess I'll show them. Here's one of Jed's poems You said I'd wake up dead drunk. Alone in the park. I called
