John was sitting in
front of the screen, his eyes two blurry red dots. His fingers moved
sluggishly over the keyboard in search of the right sequence to type
in. His eyelids flickered slightly as he read line after line of
code, trying to spot his mistakes. A half-empty bottle of beer was
losing the last of its bubbles next to his computer.
It had taken him a
long time to get where he was. But he had started to think it might
just be worth it. Sure, there were still a couple of points that
needed fine-tuning. Constants to be adjusted, formulas to be
overhauled, segfaults to be avoided. But on the whole, it seemed to
work. He almost couldn't believe it. Conceptually sound. Never had
two words sounded so beautiful. John smiled to himself. Soon, he
thought, soon, he would let the world know about what he could do.
Then it hit him. What about sleep?
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