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It took Jeremy a week.
Several nights he didn’t waste time going home. All he had to tell his parents was that he was trying to crack a block of code to fix something at work. They were both programmers and understood how consuming that could be.
When he couldn’t see well enough to even count the logic nesting parentheses anymore, he’d nap for a few hours under his desk. But the code always woke him long before anyone else came to work.
Penelope brought him treats: a massive chocolate chip cookie the size of his head, a bag of chocolate-coated pretzels, and one of those bulk containers of red licorice.
Andrew and sometimes even Paul fielded the support calls that had been his all summer.
It took Jeremy a day to find the Air Force Agency for Modeling and Simulations’ Cray supercompu
