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Six years of college. He knew what his destiny would be from the time he was old enough to reach the keyboard. A programmer. Programmer extraordinaire. People all over the world would depend on his code for everything they did on their computers. He knew this in his heart.
Four years behind a desk, anonymous to everyone until something had to be fixed. That wasn’t too often. But when the requests came, they came in a frenzy and he was often left behind as the others went home to their tidy 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath houses, driving their leased imported SUV’s . “Minions”, he thought. “Simple-minded worker ants”. Alone at his desk, he plotted and planned for his destiny.
Five hours before another workday begins, but now, in his small apartment, he is still tinkering away. Constantly changing small details. Checking, rechecking. It wouldn’t be long now before he changed the world. Sleep would just have to wait.
One more hour and he would be gone from this cubical maze forever. His time had come. What little personal touches he had added to his corner didn’t even fill the box he procured. He had made his goal and the urge to dance atop his cheap desk was almost overwhelming. No more fixing everyone else’s holy mess. No more enduring the frantic calls from his clueless bosses.
Seven million dollars. He took it. He didn’t need anything material, really. A place to sleep. A way to get around. The true satisfaction came in knowing he did what others only dreamed of. He had invented a completely new code. A new language. He had invented for all the computers of the world, for every user, a way to make things simple. A way to make things run smoothly. He invented code that used only the English language. No symbols, no numbers, no intricate combinations of either.
He laughed all the way to the bank.
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