FWD: The Devil went down to Cambridge...

Rohit Khare (khare@pest.w3.org)
Tue, 13 Feb 96 11:28:56 -0500

Adam, find me that anagram!

Subject: [hartsman@artemis.simmons.edu: A very funny story/The Devil went
own to Georgia (fwd)]
Reply-To: "B. K. Oxley (binkley)" <binkley@gateway.novasoft.com>

Heaven's donuts are jelly donuts. The blend of texture, from the
cool, sweet ooze of the jelly, mined with tiny raspberry seeds, to the
firm, spongy cake, so lightly encrusted in a thin glaze of sugar, that
cracks and flakes as you gingerly tear off small pieces of delight, is
certainly the greatest experience a humble man can afford.

I was eating a jelly donut when He first appeared in my office,
smelling slightly of gunpowder. He was tall and gaunt, with deep-set
eyes and crooked teeth, long, delicate fingers, and sloped
shoulders. He wore a black Ozzy Osborne concert t-shirt, frayed black
jeans, and dusty black high-tops, unlaced. He smiled at me in an ugly
way. I put down my donut and glanced at my watch. 7:00 PM.

"You're Mike Kolesnik."

I nodded.

"You're a programmer for CyberHackers."

I nodded again. Not only was I a programmer for CyberHackers--I was
the best damn programmer this group had ever or would ever see. I
suppose I should introduce myself. I am Michael Kolesnik, master
programmer. I'm not just blowing smoke here either. I'm the best
damn programmer to come out of MIT since code was constructed one bit
at a time. I can do it all: C, LISP, assembly--even the languages no
self-respecting programmer would deign to look at. I can do it all in
no time flat, with the most elegant of style. Code sprinkled with
glistening semicolons and flowing rivers of indentation. Lesser
programmers avert their eyes when I enter the room.

"They say you're the best, and I'm here to challenge you." I sized
this guy up again. He had the right shape. The pot-belly, the greasy
hair, parted with precision. The fingers. And the funny smell. I
told him I didn't have time.

"I'll make it worth your while," he said. "I have something you might
be interested in. Follow me."

I grabbed my box of donuts, and followed him down the hall and into
the elevator. He pressed a button and the elevator descended into the
basement. I'd never been in the basement before. For that matter, I
didn't even recall that the building had a basement. Nonetheless, the
elevator chimed, the doors opened, and we stepped out into a wide room
that was entirely featureless. That is, except for the fog on the
floor and two workstations that were set up, side by side. One of the
workstations was mine. The other was a workstation like none other
that I had seen before. It was magnificent.

It was matte black. More than an object, it looked like a hole in
space. The monitor it sported was the biggest I had ever seen, and
the keyboard was a flow of liquid lines, containing a field of keys of
different sizes and shapes, packed in like cobblestones. The mouse
floated above the table, and had no wire. Next to the computer was a
box with a small chute coming out of one side, and a large red button
on the top. The monitor was flanked by two gigantic speakers, and I
could see a sub-woofer poking up out of the fog. It hummed. It
steamed. It was the most beautiful computer I had ever seen.

"You approve," said the stranger.

I swallowed and said, "It is beyond description."

"It's a custom job. And it's yours. If," he said, "If you can beat
me in a coding contest."

I looked at him incredulously. "What's in it for you?"

"I will have defeated the greatest coder in the world, and thus, I can
claim that title. AND, I get to keep your immortal soul." He smiled
the ugly smile again.

Here was a dilemma. I was dealing with the Devil. There was no doubt
about that. And he was no doubt very good. I am somewhat attached to
my soul, but oh, the prizes. The glory. I can easily claim to be the
best coder in the company, in the Bay Area, probably on the whole
planet, but if I pulled this off, I will have shown myself to be the
best coder in this entire theology! Vanity got the better part of me.

"What's the contest?" I asked.

I won't bore you with the details, but it was seriously ugly. Ugly in
a way that makes the most arrogant of coders cringe and causes
managers to pad development schedules into the next century. It had
to run in any language, including the nasty chicken-scratch ones. It
had to be backward compatible, all the way to the ENIAC. And it had to
run on Windows... I cringed. But vanity won. I signed the forms,
agreed on a deadline of midnight, and we sat down at our machines and
started to code.

My watch said 8:00 PM, and I started warming up. Class definitions
flew off my fingertips like throwing stars. Structures and
declarations grew like perfect crystals, and I didn't even break a
sweat. True to the task, I soon lost myself in an endless cycle of
postulate, create, instantiate and verify. Bits grew to bytes, to K,
to Megs, and finally to Gigs. By 11:00 PM it had come to that crucial
point. With an hour to go, I had to put all the pieces together. It
wasn't going to be easy. It was going to take all the concentration I

Then I hit the first bug.

At first, I wasn't sure where it was coming from, but then I spotted
it. It wasn't mine. It was bug in Windows. Even worse, it was a bug
in Windows that stemmed from a timing problem with the system clock
itself. I couldn't see a workaround. I was stymied. I genuflected and
called Microsoft support. "Hello, and welcome to the Microsoft help
line. Please enter your 64 digit user identification number, followed
by your 32 digit password."

While I frantically typed number after number, trying to navigate
through layer upon layer of phone menu, I heard Him pick up his phone
and call a number.

"Hello, is Bill in? ... I don't care, wake him up ... Tell him it's
Mr. Black ... Hey Bill, what's shakin'? Listen, I needed to know a
workaround to one of your bugs ... Yes, I know what time it is...
Yes, I know ... Bill ... Bill! You remember our little deal?...
That's right. Now be a dear and give me that workaround ... Mm-hm
. Right ... Thank you, Bill. I'll be seeing you."

I was shocked. It was obviously pointless continuing my desperate
journey through Microsoft's Help line. I needed immediate genius! I
scarfed down a grape jelly. Sugar shock engulfed me, and my vision
tunneled. I shuddered once, something clicked, and I determined the
answer I needed--I could use the clock on the sound chip to get my

I dove back into the code, and was quickly integrating modules when I
hit bug number two. It was even uglier than the first. In fact, it was
the ugliest bug I had ever seen. It was a problem with C. With the
language itself. There's no way fix a broken hammer using the same

I wracked my brains. I clenched and grunted and sweated and thought
and Thought and THOUGHT, but to no avail. Over my shoulder, I could
hear Him chime in, "Bugger, isn't it? I remember putting that one in
back when I was working on the Unix kernal. Did you really think there
was a Kernighan and Ritchie? Rearrange the letters in their names and
you'll discover an interesting anagram."

I ignored him and continued thinking. My mind went deeper and deeper
into the problem at hand--my senses dulled, my breathing grew shallow.
My eyes rolled back and sweat beaded on my forehead. Clumsily,
blindly, my hand pawed it's way to the box on my desk, containing my
last jelly donut. It raised slowly to my lips, and I bit.

Pounding waves of sugar induced euphoria washed through my mind. I
felt my brain hum and crackle. My hands trembled, my body shuddered,
and I began to type. I was a man possessed. Complex topographical math
equations formed on my screen. Klien bottles and hypercubes locked
neatly into place like pieces of a puzzle. Beyond my control, a
complex mathematical world formed in my computer, with additional
dimensions unimaginable.

I felt a small pop, and I came to. I looked at my screen. I had worked
around the bug. My watch read 11:45. Frantically I continued putting
all the modules into place. Glancing for a moment at my rival, I could
see I had him worried. He was typing furiously. Smoke poured from his
ears, and flames licked around his collar.

Then I hit the third bug.

It was not so much a bug, it was a limit. I only had 4 Gigabytes of
memory, and I had used it all. There wasn't a bit left. I had
compressed data to a point so fine that it was in danger of collapsing
into a black hole. I was storing memory in every conceivable way,
including keeping a chain of sound waves running between the speaker
and the microphone. There was no memory left to be had.

Frantic, I reached into my box of donuts, and my heart sank into my
stomach when I realized that I had eaten the last one. I glanced at
my watch, but it was too late. I was sunk. I had done the best that I
could, and I had nothing more to give.

The Devil laughed, and grinning cruelly, he reached over to the box
with the chute and the button. Remember the box? Slowly, firmly, his
hand pressed the red button, and a jelly donut slid down the chute and
onto the table.

My jaw dropped. "What...is...that?" I asked.

He languorously chewed as he replied, "The Box of Eternal Donuts."

"The Box of Eternal Donuts!?"

"Yes," he said.

"It never runs out?"

"Never," he said.

"It's mine if I win?!?!"

"If you can win, it is entirely yours," he replied, grinning cockily.

My mind reeled. The Box of Eternal Donuts. The Box of Eternal
Donuts! My eyes darted everywhere, my jaw hung slack, and my throat
emitted strange animal-like noises. Anything. I would do anything to
win! I just needed the smallest amount of memory. But where could I
get it from? I glanced at my watch again, and a plan came into my
mind. A beautiful, devious plan.

I went quickly upstairs and retrieved the emergency toolkit that we
keep in the medicine cabinet. I ripped the case off my computer, and
quickly scanned for the right connections. I pulled two wires, and
unscrewed the back of my watch. The Devil's eyes widened and he
desperately started coding again, but it was too late. I got the last
of the memory I needed out of my watch, and pressed the ENTER key
seconds before he did.

The watch burst into flames. Sparks flew from the disk drives and the
monitor glowed and throbbed, finally melting into a puddle of
glass. The computer exploded in a shower of sparks, and then there was
absolute silence.

There was a pause, and both of us turned as the printer started,
slowly emitting a single sheet that wafted gently into the out bin. I
nonchalantly strolled over, and held up to the Devil's scowling face,
a sheet imprinted with two words. "Hello World".

Nothing more needs to be told, other than, as I write this, I am
sitting in front of my new computer, munching on what is undoubtedly
the best jelly donut I have ever eaten...

- Barry
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