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46 lines
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The Perfect Programmer
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"No program is that perfect."
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They said with a shrug.
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"The client is happy..
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What's one little bug?"
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But he was determined.
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The others went home.
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He dug out the flow chart
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Deserted, alone.
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Night passed into morning
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The room was cluttered
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With memory dumps, microfiche,
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"I'm close," he muttered.
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Chain smoking, cold coffee,
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Logic, deduction.
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"I've got it," he cried. "just
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change one instruction."
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Then change two, then three more
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As year followed year.
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And strangers would comment.
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"Is that guy still here?"
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He died at the console
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Of hunger and thirst.
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Next day he was buried
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Face down, nine edge first.
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And his wife through her tears.
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Accepted his fate.
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Said, "He's not really gone,
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He's just working late."
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