
The operator's left hand quivered as she gingerly unlatched the catch to
the diskette reader.  Uncontrollably, she reached down, guiding the
sharply pointed diskette into the deep, dark slot. The floppy diskette
nearly folded under the repeated thrusts of her hand, until finally she
could control it no longer, her right hand instinctively taking an option
zero.  And then it all came at once, thousands upon thousands of data
bits flowing from diskette to disk in a torrent of torrid transfer, as
the helpless legs of the 32 strained to remain on the floor.
