Op de universiteit van Manitoba weten ze hoe je gepast afscheid neemt van je ouwe trouwe mainframe.
De grafrede luidde:
For forty-seven years you’ve served us well,
you cast us in your green screen spell.
You processed transactions without complaint,
we’ve asked the Pope to make you a saint.
The users you were always able to please,
with a little training they could enter with ease,
all the data they needed in 2 or 3 screens
instead of the 57 in VIP.
And getting data was easy in IMS,
there were six hundred reports in the RS.
And Finance was easy with FRGLA,
in the time when the mainframe held sway.
And the programmers they had all the tools they need,
Easytrieveand COBOL made programming a breeze.
And Mantes were there to manage the files,
and to help with debugging if it wouldn’t compile.
Now gone are the punch cards and card readers of yore,
and mainframe computers that used up the whole floor.
With tape drive controllers and large stacks of tapes,
that kept operators scrambling all over the place.
Farewell IMS, we’ll remember you well.
After forty-seven years, there are many stories to tell.
Like when Tel Reg nearly shut down MTS,
and when the Y2K bug put us under duress.
You helped us achieve our academic objectives,
and gave our admin processes a proper perspective.
But now we must lay you under the flora,
because we have to go deal with this bloody Aurora.
So we commit your parts to be recycled.
Earth to Earth
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
To the god of computers,
please bless it and keep it
And give it grace and peace
But please do not resurrect it.