CoJoJa

Papers and empty coffee mugs buried the desk in Michaels home office. What space that remained was taken up by his monitor and PC tower, a frankenstein's monster pieced together with whatever spare parts he could find that would let the thing still turn on. His last rig was and old reliable machine that he had built on a small budget, a budget that he was determined to stretch to it's absolute limit. That limit was reached earlier in the week, as the scorch marks on the desk and wall demonstrated. This new computer was proving to be a major pain, but it would do for now. If Michael could just finish this project, he could buy a NASA supercomputer if he wanted. 10 years of a corporate desk job had disillusioned Michael with his choice of career. When he first learned programming, he wanted to create something big, something that would change the industry. Even if he knew he'd only be a cog in the greater machine, being a small part of something that changed peoples lives for the better