I
               had
            faith in
            the
          pentacle in
        the center of
        the apple I
       held.  The
      Goddess had
       told me so
           and I
        believed her.
          My eyes like
            tweezers, my
              teeth like
                 lasers, I
                   ever so
                  ferociously
                     bit that
                       apple
                     square in
                    half with
                 expectations
                  of the
              pentacle to
            come.  There
            was not a
          pentacle in
         my apple,
        but a half-
           eaten
         transistor
            in its
             place.
           Aghast by my
             discovery, I
               started to
               sink into the
                   earth.  In
                    my belly,
                       half a
                      transistor
                      was turning
                         eaten-
                     apple-meat
                  into ones and
                      zeros.
                "Silicon-
               Circuit-
              Ulcer!" I
              wept as
             Mother
              Earth
             continued
              to swallow
                me whole.
                From inside I
                    was being
                     eaten by a
                        man-made
                       computer and
                         from out I
                          was being
                         devoured by
                         the woman
                      who created
                        me.

My last life vision, before life absolution,
was the silicon serpent smiling at my demise.