Imagine if, instead of incomprehensible geeky text strings, your computer produced error messages in Haiku . . .
A file that big? It might be immensly useful. But now it is gone. * * * * * The Web site you seek cannot be located. But endless others exist. * * * * * Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. * * * * * Aborted effort. Close all that you have. You ask far too much. * * * * * First snow, then silence. This thousand dollar screen dies so beautifully. * * * * * With searching comes loss and the presence of absence: "My Novel" not found. * * * * * The Tao that is seen Is not the true Tao, until You bring fresh toner. * * * * * Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. * * * * * Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire: The network is down. * * * * * A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone. * * * * * Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that. * * * * * Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred. * * * * * You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. This page is not here. * * * * * Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will. * * * * * Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped. * * * * * Rather than a beep Or a rude error message, These words: "File not found." * * * * * Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank.