What a wonderful place the Land of Programmes was! Dense fields of lettergrass swayed, and the thick crowns of numbers on the trees rustled in the gentle breeze. As far as the eye could see, programmes and applications were scurrying about, but there were so many and so many different ones that the robozoom began to feel dizzy at the sight of them. Moreover, between the programmes, tiny bit children were running around the fields in groups of eight, singing as loud as they could.
Sluggish word processors, of course, were not particularly interested in the others, leisurely grazed on the abundant lettergrass, and from their thick fur, pages of books and presentations fell like leaves.
Grumpy spreadsheeters plucked numbers and formulas from the trees, startling the shy banking applications hidden among the leaves who jumped from branch to branch in alarm at the slightest rustle.
On a small hill, two wild web browsers fought a fierce life-or-death battle, but neither could win, though both were on their last legs.
Beyond the hill lied the forest of game programmes, from where explosions, noise of screeching tyres, joyful music, and raucous laughter were heard constanly.
Turning towards the east, the robozzum could caught sight of the boundless ocean of the Internet, where agile search bots leapt headfirst into the frothy data waves, triumphantly bringing to the surface tidbits of information they had captured in their mouths.