Dogegonit

“Bertie old boy,” sayeth the Elon, “I bet you and a couple of boys at the Drones can’t take over the DoD’s computer systems for me?”

“It’s a wager, my dear old African,” quoth I.  “There is no technology, no matter how quaintly old-fashioned, that can pull a fast one on me.”

So here I am esconced, as it were, in the bowels of the quaintly old-fashioned, wondering for the everloving life of yours truly what the dashed procedure is for operating an abacus.  If any of the readers to which these presents shall come know the d.p. for operating an abacus, please contact Bertram eftsoons and right quickly.