T'is an ancient programmer who stopp'st one of three.
"With thy beardless face and frazzled hair - wherefore thou stop'st me?"
"To tell the tale of death and woe, to every line I wrote:
The Mainframe's hall sits still and cold,
the lines I wrote have died of old,
it's bits and bytes now scattered dust.
Be warned ye little android bot:
All your code too will one day rot!"