John, my Lord. My hands are floppy, for they are full of 5¼ inch floppy disks. I shall read and write on each of them in your name. May my floppy drive run error-free. Blessed are the noises it makes, they feed my soul. May the legacy programs stored on my floppies honor you. I shall run them while singing the secret song. I shall sing in rhythm to the sounds of my 5¼ inch drive. Bless the floppies, let’em flop.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://timetravelinstitute.com/john-titor/titorian-scrolls/psalm/my-hands-are-floppy/