Cisco,
The saga of a tale as we've been told is very interesting indeed.
The desire to acquire, what one does not possess-often becomes a need.
Even for shareholders' who are pure-of-heart and say their prayers by night; May come to possess another Company's technology when the winter moon is bright.
For the complexion of an auto-assisted techno field is almost daily changing. The economic to and fros it seems are often-extremely far ranging.
There seems to be a way to view a slide-cell, other then conventional dye-staining. The story is such of the stuff we have heard, that makes the prize worth obtaining.
The watchful eye of a chaperon whose sworn duty charges him to assess, the merits and attributes of each and every characteristic, without guess.
Alas the drama ,intrigue and suspense that shareholders watch unfold,
makes it look like some participants are really strange, while others really bold!
The players currently strut their stuff, while the orchestra music continues to bellow. Is Mr. NeoPath going to find PathFindera respectable and honorable bed-fellow?
And Princess Cytyc it appears, is holding some valuable crystal-cards. But if the French wage-war, will Sir Auto Cyte collect the broken-shards?
The sexual preferences of Mr. Matritech it appears, is with one Uncle Bayer. The pre-nuptials it would seem, have been pre-arranged, right down to the hair.
What will the coming months avail to each and every player?
Can the peasant-youth AccuMed become a nobility-slayer?
This I suggest to you my friend if you care to lend me your ear and listen. War has been waged, the battlefield set, a few will fall, and others will glisten.
The tale it seems is nothing new, its happened before in ancient Rome & Greece. We have heard it in later times by Tolstoy, in his novel; War & Peace.
Time will tell, and many will watch, the drama's end come near.
Some may weep, others will revel, while some drop dead of fear.
And in the future far from now, when our children, children assemble and recall, they'll tell of a time in the distant past, when their grandparents watched it all.
Frank |
