The Last Bug
(Nine edge first)
But you're out of your mind
They said with a shrug
The customer is happy
What's one little bug?
But he was determined
The others went home
He spread out the program
Deserted, alone
The cleaning men came
The whole room was cluttered
With memory dumps
I'm close, he muttered.
The mumbling got louder
Simple deduction
I've got it, it's right
Just change one instruction.
It still wasn't perfect
As year followed year
And strangers would comment
Is that guy still here?
He died at the console
Of hunger and thirst
Next day he was buried
Face down, nine edge first.
And the last bug in sight
An ant passing by
Saluted his tombstone
And whispered - Nice try!
As posted by
John Ford on IBM-Main on 2000-09-25.