My sister opened a computer store in Hawaii.
She sells C shells by the seashore.
Q: What does a proud computer call his little son?
A: A microchip off the old block.
Q: What happens if you cross a midget and a computer?
A: You get a short circut.
Picture a robot on a psychiatric couch: Doc, my intelligence may be artificial, but my problems are real.
The goal of Computer Science is to build something that will last at least until we’ve finished building it.
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