) A dark room. Cool air. Clock ticking. Fingers tapping
keys. The room is dimly lit by the glow of a computers monitor. Before it sits a youth, probably in their late teens
, if not early twenties.
the clock) Read: "3am".
a bed) Still made, very neat
. Although on top of it lie maybe 4 or 5 thick books, code books.
the monitor) Console
s everywhere, text whizzing by.
the cursor) It's just flying by, probably at about 60wpm. Read: lots of extraneous l33t
a can of soft drink) Cola of some sort, jolt
? Slurp, puts the can down, and we see a pile
(probably 10 or 15).
to monitor) More code now, alongside the monitor we see a modem, (cable
?) lights flashing away like crazy. On screen the view changes, an IRC
window, it quickly flashes back to the code. (It seems our coder is idling
, just checking the latest messages, now back to what is at hand). More code... More code... More code...
) Do that matrix
like thing, where we go into the monitor, in between the pixels
. Loop around and stuff, see lots of nice machine code
, then back out.
The code is finished. Our coder enters a prompt for their first compile attempt, types out the compiler command
and flags in the blink of an eye. Lines go flying by as it compile
s. No errors? More lines. Still no errors? It finishes. NO ERROR
S! NO WARNING
The coder slumps back into their chair (come to think of it, a nice modern
spinny office chair), and presses the enter key
-=We see the program
-=We are amazed