"Travis S. Taylor - The Quantum Connection" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Travis S)

"All right then, forty-six forty-four."
"Just one more question," he said, and paused.
 "Shoot."
"Uh . . . how did you find the bad code and how did you know the difference in the good code and
the bad code? There must've been millions of lines in there for a video game." He seemed perplexed
about what I had accomplished, as if it were too much for any good Sequencer.
"Oh that. It's really kinda simple. I generated a couple of different codes for that. One of the codes
was a couple of Agents that would crawl through the code from beginning to end, the other would allow
the Agents to run the code in small increments. This enabled the Agents to make an assessment of when
blocks looked similar to other blocks, if there were random or unusual blocks, and if they would execute
feasibly or not. Then the Agent would highlight the code in my text editor. Simple stuff for any
SequencerтАФbesides I already had the Agent codes. I just had to modify them some. All in all it took
about a week and a half to finish the code breaking and repair."
"What software did you use for that? Telescript2 or Obliq2 or LotusScript4 or what?" This guy
must've known something about Sequencing but he sure didn't look or act like a Sequencer.
"None of thoseтАФtoo clunky for me. I have my own platform that I use. It's sort of similar to the old
Linux platform I guess. And the code, well, it is most similar to the old Multi-Agent Markup Language," I
responded.
"You ever worked on this level of coding before?" he asked.
"I used to work on router code and stuff back before . . . uh, here." I motioned to the repair shop but
I wanted to say, The Rain. I felt sad all of a sudden.
"I see. Uh, what's your name again?"
"Steven, Steven Montana," I replied.
"Well, hey Steven, thanks and good job." He left.
What an odd fellow, I thought. He was about five nine with neatly cropped black hair wearing black
pants, white shirt, and tie. He carried himself more like an engineer or a business manager than a
programmer. I meant to ask why he wanted that old thing fixed so badly. Heck, the repair bill was more
than that thing was worth, but I forgot.
A few days passed and Mr. Waterford came back to VR's and had some interesting questions for
me.
"Steven, hi." He sounded excited. "How are you?"
"Doin' all right I guess. Havin' trouble with your game again?"
"Huh . . . oh, no. I came back to talk to you. Do you have a minute or perhaps I could buy you a
burger or something?" Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice.
"Uh, man I'm straight, but flattered," I replied.
Waterford looked at me and started chuckling. Holding up his left hand and pointing out his wedding
band he said, "Mr. Montana, I assure you this is purely business. I might have some more, uh, lucrative
possibilities for you than this place."
"Okay. There's a sandwich shop around the corner, you're buying." Didn't hurt to listen, especially for
a free meal.
"Good," he said. "Lead the way."
"Hey Robert, I'm takin' my lunch break now. Be back in a bit." The little blue-haired punk just
grunted and nodded at me.
The actual lunch part of lunch was not that exciting, just a foot-long club loaded and a bag of Doritos,
to wash it down a super-sized Mountain Dew. I hadn't had my sugar or caffeine fix that morning so I
figured a couple refills on the thirty-two-ounce Mountain Dew should hold me through the afternoon.
Pretty standard lunch stuff for me. The lunch conversation, on the other hand, turned out to be quite
exciting.
 "You see it's like this," Mr. Waterford was telling me. "That was some pretty good code decryption,
hardware reverse engineering, and code writing. Just so happens I could probably use someone like you