A fishy tale
I was born a mermaid.
For years I sat on a rock in Docklands Harbour, combing my hair, watching IT contractors come and go into the shiny buildings. Oh, how I loved shiny things and I longed to join them, drinking champagne and eating caviar! But it seemed an impossible dream.
One day, a courier arrived from Helvetica and promised he could grant my wish. I could trade my fishy tail to work in IT. I could work in not one shiny building, but all of them! I jumped at the opportunity (and it's very difficult to jump when you haven't got legs), but it was a trap - I was destined to spend eternity inside a computer, writing characters to the screen at the beck and call of the user. You may have come across me - my name is Arial...
I was born a mermaid.
For years I sat on a rock in Docklands Harbour, combing my hair, watching IT contractors come and go into the shiny buildings. Oh, how I loved shiny things and I longed to join them, drinking champagne and eating caviar! But it seemed an impossible dream.
One day, a courier arrived from Helvetica and promised he could grant my wish. I could trade my fishy tail to work in IT. I could work in not one shiny building, but all of them! I jumped at the opportunity (and it's very difficult to jump when you haven't got legs), but it was a trap - I was destined to spend eternity inside a computer, writing characters to the screen at the beck and call of the user. You may have come across me - my name is Arial...
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