Ignacio was doing business as usual, your daily routine and basic programming correct made by others or reschedule
had been in love with the profession as soon as he graduated from the Faculty of Engineering, which is why he continued studying in the building right next to become what was now: a Computer Guru
had everything I needed to reach a double espresso double burden, seeds and nuts. The only thing that was missed and much smoking, but recent events had head led to the absolute prohibition of smoking. In title obsessive-compulsive disorder and sex maniac came to join an emerging angina their recent 43.
In fact, there was nothing new under the sun, everything was exactly a copy of the previous day and above and so it's straight back in succession.
was that little visual distortion that bothered him, small and fleeting and brief, but striking, distressing.
started when programmed on a Thursday at 3 am, all quiet as it should, in full darkness, with the only light in the display. I liked that time of day, where Amalia was asleep and not could machinegun with claims or embarrassed with a sullen face full of contempt and rejection. She knew that these facial expressions it off and it was a quick and easy way to remove its claim over sex, which began to overwhelm the past 5 years of marriage and what led him no further into the arms of Laura , who at 2 years 4 months amasiato lived, returning to the nest lost "because the guys are surprised."
The boys, as well as those adolescents slept late, harsh discipline, indoctrination bushido, which had taken Ignacio for himself when purrete.
was hypomanic at the time, but that was something I usually liked to boast, was not at all at odds with that condition. These steps will make you soar with imagination to the utmost, there were no limits it was all pleasure and that expand and Ignacio loved, made him feel alive, the caracú to the quick of the nail.
Contrary to what one might think, was very disciplined about diet and things that should be deleted because it could harm
He had a sort of mnemonic list impressively detailed and accurate, something unusual in someone like him scattered, with a tendency to forget a little less than most
However, it sounds exquisitely antithetical, Ignacio had a memory - selective yes-awesome, that reveals its rich culture at every moment and every opportunity that may be necessary.
That would greatly facilitated their goals in love, one of his main hobbies: dazzled from the written word, no longer needed. He was a poet without being actually a seductive without limits, a emotional manipulator. This was in love with Margaret, through an internet group that agreed with his way of speaking and the dark blue of his lyrics.
came out heavily in its abstract and looked at what he had written
was concerned only a couple of minutes because immediately, everything began to crumble, kept its shape anything, nothing was installed before your eyes.
"deep breath" - is said mentally - "relax, it will pass, think of something to make your mind receptive concern"
Marga's words was about 4 hours ago she came to the mental screen, I could visualize them as if they were really written there, such as Yahoo Messenger, in Comic Sans 11 magenta --- " "Perhaps this is because to love with passion should first understand all your particular nature and it appears that only a woman has achieved so far is the one who loves you passionately", "referring to herself - and that is which will be loved passionately in the end, precisely why
.."""
" gibberish. ,.."" Do not know what to say - she continues - "and now are all those feelings in the opposite, as the leftovers, I'm always more that it does not matter if I am or if I, my no .... that would be the same, so it is always "
There was a pause in which he guessed that she had begun to mourn. He was very sensitive
" "and when it would be so smart, when I want to be simple and not think, do not parse"
Marga had been Laura's jealous because he had gone to visit and he huffed and puffed but had not had sex, just led to a huge surge of jealousy, huge, suffocating, as only she could get out of the hat in a millionth of a second
"I understand you, because without wanting to suffer anything like me, you are full of feelings for someone who seems not to realize they need them, even though you all you become a neon sign that screams" Laura I love you and need " - paused, probably to blow their noses and drying tears. I knew her very well -
"and does not work, Nacho, so it is unfair but is not, I do not serve me, not you." Stops flashing neon, please "..." should be our destination, a real shit. At least do not fool me, you never did, I always knew what you feel for Lau "
" I do not know if it's coincidence or what but every time I turn lately I hear or read or hear or read harsh truths, I have Serrat and Noa singing is capricious, Chance Each new time is a bit easier than before, "he continued chatting," the universe conspires to open eyes, all: Amelia, Laura, your work ... "..." You do not be stupid and do not get to regret as idiot now, do not have any responsibility in everything that concerns me "
Ignacio
Marga felt pain when he said those things, but said nothing. The sea wanted, but had ceased to love her, time had passed and also a fear of not being compatible you had entered and did not know what gap had settled there, unable to be evicted.
"I got one to feel what I feel" - continued She writes with his lyrics magenta, "I suggested it and got the best love in the history of mankind has been able to register because I am a successful mother and a whore because all I have to be exalted, from the man of my life to the love you give to the rejection of that I object "
" Nothing can be warm, because I do not like me vomit even biblically ... and you as you get closer to warm, for convenience, to restrict movement to zero and effort ... "he stopped.
She suffered particularly its lack of emotional involvement. He considered listless, melancholy, forgetfulness, dissatisfied with anything, fantasy and depraved. But thanks to God in whom Nacho did not believe it with their university degrees, was the best I caught, helped and contained. If anything was certain was that he liked having it there, every day, to discuss all bad, regular, good, the extraordinary and the trivial. Margaret was a enneatypes 2, as used to assert itself fully committed with him and his circumstances and determined to not suffer any negative situation.
" Comfort And all for what? Could you tell me why? Nacho could you? "She finished asking
He had typed, monosyllabic as she used to say:" No margin or know or could "
She continued as if they had played," not even know you could do? "..." bah, not even worth asking ... because if I ask you about, I say no. If I ask if you want me to go in your life, tell me no, but that whatever you think fit, and so, so, in eternummmmmmmmmmmmm asiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii "
- "I close, Marga" -
Ignacio knew that when she started typing and it was better to leave the arena
And so he did.
profiles were becoming noted softly, as if left to reveal, little by little.
was criticized for not having looked at the time when it appeared the dark spot, like I used to call it, because now I could not tell how much he had endured.
A wave of sudden inspiration struck him and started typing like mad
The sense was flow with almost mathematical precision, exact and rigorous. Scrupulously was putting together this wonderful program ... A new data compression algorithm!
There were nights I could not sleep thinking it was the perfect code, a new computer language, something spectacular that will leave everyone speechless, amazed.
A sort of synthetic wonder, fair, timely, accurate and simultaneously capable of transmitting all the beauty of the world. It was the point where his imagination was fired and flew all possible astral travel, raising invariably in the bed with the feeling of having missed the last train.
His obsession was so strong, who had come to dream I was sitting in front of your notebook and the code came to life, crossed the screen, sat in the air in front of his glasses and began to chat with him, asking for their troubles and telling, in turn, their own: some algebraic headaches, dizziness and wild pointers, memory unreleased obesity, a pair of fights with some softwares and some other castings cramp wrong . He talked and talked, sipping coffee twice as good geek, changing colors every 10 seconds in a range of 64 bits Nacho reason could not see them all, yes, slightly fluoride in the dark of night . He remembered the dream and remember the enthusiasm that had seized him as he dreamed.
This Once the laces almost immediately began to bother him
legs began to cramp. stoically endured the pain that kept slow when a horrible tingling took over his arms and hands, chest pressed to almost cry, breathing became more complicated, had trouble entering the air through the nose and opened his mouth, like, everything seemed to work. - I'm having a heart attack, "he said Nacho and that's when everything started turn around
Or was he who turned?, ceiling, walls, barely lit by the screen. He closed his eyes tightly, squeezing as if vertigo, dizziness would disappear with just that
would have been a few seconds, when he perceived that the generalized tremor had stopped, opened his eyes, "I'm in Ground "said ... ... .... because there far, far away, they saw her blue illuminated display." It's huge, "thought almost afraid to say out loud
joined Carefully . Panic completely paralyzed him
He stayed there for a while impossible to calculate, shaking up and down, as soon found that his head barely reached the Paw topete his swivel chair.
dreamed "?
It seemed that no, that something unusual had become a being of 4 mm in height.
"Surely sleep anytime I'm gonna wake up ..."
With an effort of will as he had never achieved in his life, he could climb up the legs to the seat, there by support all the way up, walked right arm of his chair, took a huge leap up to the desk, sat a long time because of the effort she had put in all this jump had left him exhausted.
If it was a dream, was slow to awaken.
came to the keyboard, managed to get on the first key to taking strong arms and making a big push. From there, the screen looked like the big sky. He began to jump from key to key, up, left, down, right, right again and so continued a long time. He liked to feel the noise of the keys under his weight.
This is incredible, he said, no one will believe this.
was there that lifted his head and saw the writing on the screen.
strstart + +; INSERT_STRING(strstart, hash_head); /* strstart never exceeds WSIZE-MAX_MATCH, so there are * always MIN_MATCH bytes ahead. If lookahead < MIN_MATCH * these bytes are garbage, but it does not matter since * the next lookahead bytes will be emitted as literals. */ } while (--match_length != 0); strstart++; } else { strstart += match_length;
heart began to beat wildly, seemed to jump on the chest and not to mention the pounding of the temples. A welcome tachycardia accompanied the discovery, had written a magic code. After being stranded for the same time surprise, the unheard of situation, he felt happy as never before and started jumping key, key after typing the miracle.
laughed, sang and cheered to the time he took his stride.'s Joy overflowed at every pore, every breath, every drop of sweat.
code grew, took shape, it was over, it transcended, it played while adding their own.
"This can not be," he repeated, "It is materially impossible."
But the work absorbed him and contentment, satisfaction went in crescendo, making the breast is drained from the drum, so much enjoyment, so wonderful creative.
"I will be billionaire" - thought - while reading your program, tired, exhausted as ever, after much effort, sitting on the lower edge of the keyboard.
Amalia entered the room, fuming.
Ignacio had stayed up all night working and had not gone to bed.
"Wagon, useless, good for nothing" - said as he lifted the fallen leaves, Nacho clothes on the floor and the cup of coffee without drinking. He returned with a hand cleaner and a flannel on the other.
Where are you, are you know? Shouted angrily, as she rubbed the wooden desk, he felt something tugging on the floor, looked but saw nothing, gave up and called back to her husband's voice "this may not save you" or "I'll see when" .
Nobody answered.
had disappeared.
Along with the Mauritius police arrived home, the best friend, the comrade of truancy and follies.
"could not find it? Asked extremely worried.
"No," said Amalia and began to mourn, notably upset. If something was Amalia was this: nervous as any other. Unbearable at critical moments.
I will meet officials, she said, her voice very rare.
Mauricio looked at the screen.
Language program was there, quietito as saying HERE I AM.
thought he heard a Nacho: Carnal, I just make the perfect code!.
"And yes" - said as he read, with growing amazement, "Wow, is really perfect"
He felt a slight creak coming from below.
looked and saw nothing.
could have sworn that something had walked and had given way under his shoe.
An unexplained anxiety suddenly struck him. He looked at the soles.
right thing in small, no more than 4 mm appeared stuck. He took a paper and wiped
could not identify what it was, probably thought a cockroach while
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