You never noticed the fine
print on the box
your school arrived in:
some disassembly required.
It’s a learning experience, though,
no doubt. First
you must discard all the memories
in separate, government-
approved locations,
then extract your transcripts as if
they were nests of copper wire
& lengths of pipe
to be shipped off to China.
The bricks must be given passing grades
so they can advance
to the next life. Then
you will find a small, bar-coded label
on the bottom step.
This will be your history.
Reading backwards, as one does, and coming to this before the original post was interesting. Looks a kind of post-modern Delphi…