January 2009


But my HACTRN, swapping, running, gave no further sign of cunning
By this unknown phantom, which was in a thirty second sleep;
None of this I comprehended; to my TECO I descended,
And in terror I pretended that the bug had gone away —
I pretended that for good the mystery bug had gone away —
When my console gave a feep.
— The Great Quux, The HACTRN

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