He'd passed it before, and it never failed to catch his eye.
Today he saw it out of the corner of his eye when he was en route elsewhere, and it called him back once... twice... three times. He finally gave up all pretense of resistance and stopped directly in front of the silver-cloaked temptress: the little boy in him responded to the allure she offered. He'd never been able to forbid himself anything having to do with progress... technology... toys for men.
He stopped in front of the object of his desire and gazed helplessly at the controls and mystical, flickering blue splashes of light. This machine was crafted for him. Its design, its performance... he could go anywhere and do anything with this piece of equipment. The world would be his to command.
Drawn closer by its siren song, he lifted his hand to caress it, to feel the throaty hum of its engine--
--and was pulled back by his mother and told not to touch the computer for the umpteenth time.
Unbelievable. Only 9 months old and he's more drawn to computers than his uncle, the computer science major.