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John "Circuits" Lee hunched over his computer. His face flickered with green from the screen. His fingers flew over the keys like chickens chasing chinch bugs.
"Sweet motherboard," he whistled, pointing to the monitor. I may not have known a neutron from an electron, but I could read.
This was all about "U."