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In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with Haiku poetry messages.
Haiku poetry has strict construction rules - each poem has only 17 syllables; 5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second, 5 in the third. They are used to communicate a timeless message, often achieving a wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity. Here are 16 actual error messages from Japan.
>The Web site you seek Cannot be located, but Countless more exist.
>Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return.
>Program aborting: Close all that you have worked on. You ask far too much.
>Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams.
>Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that.
>Your file was so big. It might be very useful. But now it is gone.
>Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire. The network is down.
>A crash reduces Your expensive computer To a simple stone.
>Three things are certain: Death, taxes and lost data. Guess which has occurred.
>You step in the stream, But the water has moved on. This page is not here.
>Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will.
>Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped.
>Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
Haiku poetry has strict construction rules - each poem has only 17 syllables; 5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second, 5 in the third. They are used to communicate a timeless message, often achieving a wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity. Here are 16 actual error messages from Japan.
>The Web site you seek Cannot be located, but Countless more exist.
>Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return.
>Program aborting: Close all that you have worked on. You ask far too much.
>Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams.
>Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that.
>Your file was so big. It might be very useful. But now it is gone.
>Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire. The network is down.
>A crash reduces Your expensive computer To a simple stone.
>Three things are certain: Death, taxes and lost data. Guess which has occurred.
>You step in the stream, But the water has moved on. This page is not here.
>Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will.
>Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped.
>Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
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