旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커  � Team Eeeek: The Dawning of An Age - Skills of a Carpenter Page 50 �  쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑  � "Darn hexadecimals!" �  � �  � The technician possessed an engineering degree from Yale, a Master's �  � Degree in Computer Technology from M.I.T., and three Ph.D.s in assorted �  � computer hardware fields. But he hated hexadecimals; he claimed they �  � didn't put any silicone under his fingernails. �  � �  � "Stupid programmers! Haven't they ever heard of a straight line?" �  � �  � It was late. It was late and he was tired. And he had never had any �  � patience with the kind of mental processes required to program the �  � beautiful memory chips and computer boards that he so loved to touch. �  � �  � Hand Carpenter the chips and he could connect hair follicles to the sweat �  � glands on a little toe. But don't ask him to route the signals. No, not �  � that. Especially at 3 a.m. In the lonely, deserted offices of Eeeek �  � International. �  � �  � He was hungry but time was running out. No telling how much the boss �  � already knew. �  읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸