3.05.2010

Brisket Bytes

Dragging a palm across his sweaty forehead, Mort gave the console a satisfied grin. Having spent the last sixteen hours modifying the firmware for the deli's auto-chef, he stamped out his cigarette and watched as the filthy monochrome screen flickered updates on the compiler's progress. "This is going to be one hell of a sandwich," he said.


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