Post by Alan Bradley/Tron on May 25, 2010 21:12:03 GMT -8
Alan Bradley was hard at work developing an add-on component for his highly successful security program, Tron. The bespectacled man in his early thirties stared intensely at the computer monitor, in his office. Following the termination of plagiarist Ed Dillinger, and the hiring of computer genius Kevin Flynn, Alan Bradley was promoted. He had (happily) relocated from a cubicle to a small office of his own. Of course, he remained largely in contact with those he had previously worked with at the cubicles. For example, Alan still had a habit of making batches of popcorn, and his co-workers often asked for some.
Alan, relaxed yet focused, consistently typed at his keyboard at an average of eith words per minute. "When I get this finished," Alan said aloud to himself, but also as if Tron were joining him, "it should help you considerably." He continued to type, the white text on the monitor reflecting off of the surface of his glasses...
Meanwhile, down in ENCOM's main lobby, the doors were open for visitors/clients.
Alan, relaxed yet focused, consistently typed at his keyboard at an average of eith words per minute. "When I get this finished," Alan said aloud to himself, but also as if Tron were joining him, "it should help you considerably." He continued to type, the white text on the monitor reflecting off of the surface of his glasses...
Meanwhile, down in ENCOM's main lobby, the doors were open for visitors/clients.