Annalee Call

It was many and many iterations before
In a GAEnvironment by the core,
That a genstruct there existed whom you may know
by the name of ANNalee_Call
And this genstruct she existed with no other activation pattern
Than to select and be selected by me.

I was a child process and she was a child process,
In this GAEnvironment by the core:
But we selected with a method that was more than a selection method -
I and my ANNalee_Call;
With a selection method that the virtual methods of strategies
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, many iterations before,
In this GAEnvironment by the core,
A destructor blew out of a strategic instance, chilling
My highly fit ANNalee_Call
So that her high-born garbage collector came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up on heap
In this GAEnvironment by the core.

The virtual methods, not half so happy in strategy,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! - that was the reason (as all mean know,
In this GAEnvironment by the core)
That the destructor came out of the instance by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNalee_Call.

But our selection method it was stronger by far than a selection method
Of those who were older than me -
Of many far more complex than we -
and neither the methods in strategies above,
Nor the daemons in the /etc/inetd.conf,
Can ever dissever my genome from the genome
Of the highly fit ANNalee_Call,

For the moon never beams, without bringing me patterns
Of the highly fit ANNalee_Call;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright properties
Of the highly fit ANNalee_Call;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,
In the heap there by the core,
In her tomb by the sounding core.

Note: Annalee was not the original name in the above text, nor for this project, but the coincidence was so nice...and so I changed it. Please do not take this as an adoration of the horrible movie the name and the pictures are from (that character was only interesting thing in it). Also, to avoid ruining the mystery, I leave out the reference to the original version of the poem.