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I questioned Rama's claim that I was mentally ill and that I could hardly deal with the real world. I recalled my success as an undergraduate at a competitive university, as a computer operator and programmer, and as Rama's distribution coordinator. I recalled his claim that nearly *everyone* on the planet was mentally ill. "Maybe Rama isn't qualified to diagnose mental illness," I thought.
"Now tell me, if you will, what the routine of the work on an advance car is," said Phil after he and Billy had sat down beside the tracks. "It would take all night to do that, but I'll give you a few pointers and the rest you will have to pick up for yourself. In the first place an advertising car includes billposters, lithographers, banner men and at least one programmer."
"My colleague flew back the other way; she has family in Amsterdam." "My, my," Joe said. "I was just an in-the-trenches programmer, designing small systems." Jason nodded sympathetically. Joe was confused. The best banjo player he'd ever heard was returning from an international data conference? In high school, Jason was a football player and a star in the drama club.
An expert banner man will drive tacks almost as rapidly as you could fire a self-acting revolver." "That is odd. What does the fellow called the programmer do?" "He takes the small printed matter around, and drops it on doorsteps and in stores. When we are making a day run with the car he drops the printed matter off at stations and crossroads, or wherever he sees a man.
He boarded his plane feeling that, in his single-minded pursuit of fiction, he had missed a good person. Roland had assigned him a long reading list of contemporary stories and French criticism. "Some of this is a little esoteric. You can handle it," he said. Roland was impressed that Joe had made a living as an independent computer programmer.
Who are you?" inquired the rival manager. "I am one of the crowd." "You're the programmer, perhaps?" "I may be most anything." The manager of the rival car strolled toward Car Three, whereupon Phil started, meeting him half-way. For reasons of his own he did not wish his rival to get too close to the Sparling car. "I never saw you before," said the rival, eyeing Phil keenly. "Nor I you."
Hell is being in one room with two women, Owl said. Oliver cleared his throat. "Where's the computer?" "Just down the hall." Jennifer led them to another room. "Let me know if you need anything." "Well," Oliver said as they were left alone. "You don't look like a programmer," Jacky said. "Thank you." She showed him a box of file cards the mailing list. "Here is what we have.
The imbalance had remained constant since then. Either the problem had been fixed, or it was still there and might or might not happen again. Naturally, the previous programmer hadn't bothered to keep a log or make comments in the programs. Typical. Oliver was used to cleaning up after other programmers. In fact, their mistakes were the source of half his work.
He polished up his non-story, wrote a long letter explaining why an ex-computer programmer wanted to write fiction, signed a check, threw in some poems for good measure, and officially applied to Montpelier. He walked to the Moana and watched the sunset. It had been a year since he arrived in Hawaii. Had he really left Maine? Or was this just an extended visit that was coming to an end?
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