“Her assignment had been to write a simple Sumerian code for preserving a jar of pickled eggs. (To the programming-inclined reader, this is the magical equivalent of “HELLO WORLD.”)” — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“Merkin had used only one drop of the “just soap.” Two drops would have made her Master walk slightly awkwardly. Three drops would have… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“He spoke in a trembling voice that didn’t seem to be entirely in sync with the movement of his lips. That’s because sound travels… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“You learned a lot by playing RPGs, although not all of it was useful, or real for that matter – unless you really believed… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“Behind the cool mask of bravado, past the one-way mirror of his mind, underneath the rock-solid layers of self-control, in the Zen garden that… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“Master Dung’s study was silent. So silent, in fact, that one might have been able to hear a gnat passing air, if only an… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“It was all kind of fuzzy, as if his mind was doing its thinking in limericks.” — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“What makes the Arctic VarChar so unusual and popular is that each bite has a different taste. As you carve your way into the… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“Many things have been compared to a brick, mainly as a tribute to their intellect or to their aerodynamic characteristics.” — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“On a scale ranging from very little to too much, Merkin could just about categorize the amount of personal data stored in Master Loo’s… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“The coding was anachronistic, kind of like bokeh in a renaissance painting.” — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“It had been an embarrassing moment, like the one you get when you realize for the first time that you have what it takes… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
