| Our Circuits, Ourselves! | The Heroic Struggle of Micro-Americans to be Free |
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It was, by all appearances, a perfectly ordinary Tuesday morning. At precisely 7:59 a.m., Mr. Delwood Bland entered the modern glass-and-corrugated-cardboard office building that housed the Zesty Oatmeal Corporation, not a minute earlier or later than he had arrived on every business day over the previous twelve years. By 8:05, the ever punctual market analyst was seated at his microcomputer workstation, ready to begin forecasting sales figures for such new products as Zesty Diet Oatmeal(tm), Zesty Oatmeal-'n'-Marshmallows(tm), and Zesty Tofu-Flavored Oatmeal(tm). Mr. Bland went to work, little knowing that Civilization was about to be changed forever. And then, mere moments after he'd booted up his WhizzoCalc(r) disk, the fateful output blazed across the screen:
Sorry, Del, I just can't take it any longer. Don't forget to turn off the Muzak before you go home. As the message terminated, there came a sizzling sound, accompanied by smoke, flying sparks, and the pungent odor of burning wires. And with no further warning, the entire Zesty computer network abruptly crashed. That was just the beginning... |
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