Mini was her name, and she was delightfully engineered with eyes like COBOL and a Prime mainframe architecture that set Micro's peripherals networking all over the place.
He browsed over to her casually, admiring the power of her twin, 32-bit floating point processors and enquired, "How are you, Honeywell?"
"Yes I am well," she responded, batting her optical fibres engagingly and smoothing her console over her curvilinear functions.
Micro settled for a straight line approximation. "I'm stand-alone tonight," he said. "How about computing a vector to my base address. I'll output a byte to eat and maybe we could get reset together later on."
Mini ran a priority process for 2.6 milliseconds then transmitted, "8K, I've been dumped recently, and a new page is just what I need to refresh my memory. I'll park my machine cycle in your background and meet you inside."
She walked off, leaving Micro admiring her solenoids and thinking, "Wow, what a global variable, I wonder if she'll like my firmware."
They sat down at the process table to a top of form feed of micro fiche and chips and a bucket of Baudot. Mini was in conversational mode and expanded on ambiguous arguments while Micro gave occasional acknowledgements, although in reality he was, instead of fully interacting, analysing the shortest and least critical path to her entry point. He finally settled on the old "would you like to see my benchmark" routine, but Mini was again one jump ahead and had correctly interpreted the situation.
Suddenly she was up, stripping off her parity bits to reveal the full functionality of her operating system software. "Lets get BASIC you RAM," her voice coiled. Micro was loaded at this stage and was in danger of overflowing his output buffer, a hang-up that Micro had consulted his analyst about.
Micro soon recovered, however, when she went down on the DEC and opened up her device files. He accessed his fully packed root device and was just about to start interfacing with her CPU stack when she attempted an escape sequence.
"No, no!", she said, "You're improperly shielded."
"Reset baby", he replied, "I've been debugged."
"But I haven't got my current loop enabled, and I can't support next generation architectures," she protested.
"Don't run away, I'll generate an interrupt."
"No, that's too error prone, and I can't abort because of my design philosophy."
Micro was locked on by this stage and could not be disengaged. But she soon stopped his data transmission by introducing a voltage spike into his mains supply, upon which he fell over with a total crash and went to sleep.
"Computers", she thought as she compiled herself. "All they ever think about is hex."