Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its coder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed
Etch your code into a slab of sandstone and then bury it in the desert
That one would be a great art piece. Maybe do all the code used in the apollo 11 mission
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its coder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed
Just call me Ozymandiassman