As you climbed higher and higher up the stacks of interface, away from the slippery bedrock of the hardware grinding the ones and zeros, it was like walking on stilts. And then, stilts for your stilts, and stilts for your stilts for your stilts. You could plug a jack in the back of the box and run like the wind of the wind. Until something crashed somewhere, that the system’s system’s system couldn’t diagnose and figure out and override. Then you threw the little box away and plugged in another one.