The evening was cool, but not frosty. Through the tops of the pines could be seen a dark-blue autumn sky, which had already begun to appear the first stars. Campfire in a clearing were two – the grandfather and grandson. Over the fire hung a pot of boiling soup in it. The grandson graduated peel potatoes and threw it into the water. When he had finished his duties, he turned to his grandfather, who sat silent, looking pensively at the fire.

- Grandfather, tell me what the computers were used.
- Oh, my grandson, not just this. And we should not be, for the night, remember them.
- Well, Grandpa, what is interesting now! And behold, you die, I grow up, I will have children – who then tell them?
- Okay, listen.

Grandpa threw a log fire, straightened that has placed correctly, paused, collecting his thoughts.

- Start it is necessary that the very first computers were very big, clumsy.
- Large, like an elephant?
- Consider more. One of the joy that they have always stood in one place. Programmers themselves to him go. Distance traveled, and then another, and in turn languished.
- Father, but they were dangerous?
- Computers that? No, not particularly. But the headstrong briskly. And stupid. While explaining to him what you want, seven pots come. And what was really aching! So it is cold, then hot, then wet. And just that – once refused to work. Around each have been demonstrating for several people, technicians were called. Cared for him without end, indulged. Programmers, so those do not allow him, only operators in the room went.
- And the operators who is this?
- Operators are the ones who had access to a computer. Operators are always typed in unmarried girls, young and beautiful. He just a young girl and admitted.
- Oh, my grandfather, did he ate them like Dragon?
- There are not eaten, but the soul robbed them, that’s for sure. They do and say – pulled out, they say, from me, damn his soul. The evil they went always better on the eyes to keep out. And when the time for quarterly reports – and did run away from them.

My grandfather got out of his boot the boot wooden spoon, stirred the pot brew, tasted. Licking the spoon, he hid it again and stopped. I remembered him, I see something of a dashing young man, when he ran for the young programmer beauties operators.

- Grandfather, Grandpa – pulled at his grandson. – And then?
- Then computers became smaller size. Technicians dispersed operators marry povyhodili. Programmers have their own computers to work. One on one.
- And were not afraid?
- Poobvykli. At first it was hard without technicians so operators, but coped. And then do everything from steel to computers to count. Each person kept a scrap on the computer, or even two. So they nicknamed – Personal Computers.
- Oh, my grandfather, as our Personalki!
- No, my grandson, that you. Where are they to our Personalok. One name only appears. And so – PC computer, only a little. Strongly crushed them at that time. On the other hand, and multiplied. Consider everyone has his own was.
- And they were smarter than big ones?
- No, the same stupid, and yes even capricious. Rebelled, and passion. Did you tell him one thing and he another. All in its own way would try to do. Because of them, a Market and fell.
- Father, what is a Market?
- And who knows, granddaughters. Many argued then, what she said. We only know that a very large was. And heavy, I see, very much.

Dead carefully removed the pot from the fire and put it on the grass. From the clay pot was a fragrant steam. Dead spread next to a pot handkerchief, put it on him two slices of bread, cucumbers, and salt. Did you get a spoon, have a sip.

- And where did all the computers gone, Grandpa? – Continued to pry granddaughters.
- And they died. All at once. Exchange at the time began to lift. In Precisely at those most computers. They look at, then raised her, but she went and Ruhnu. And right on the computers. So they are all dead and gone, and, setting their exchange, and myself through it died.
- I feel sorry for them! – Complete with tears in his eyes said grandson.
- Yes, hard times were, – has agreed to grandfather. Then he gently patted the grandson’s head and added. – But now we have nothing to fear. Here it is our Personalka, the greatest invention of mankind. Perfect, exactly. What I’m telling you something, you know – without it, our civilization and not a day would have stood?