Here’s a doodle for Stalkingbit who isn’t feeling well. Get better, Bit! ♥
If I can get the creative juices flowing in my brain I might drabble for this. *squints at it* I don’t think this is exactly what you pictured for this doodle, but it’s what came to my mind.
For a programmer to code something is to put a piece of themselves into their work, like any artist. Alan tapped the end of his pencil against his arm, peering at the lines lain out on the screen before him. Gradually, he shifted parts around. Add a descriptor here. Change the wording there. Type out the final directives, each one essential. Not a misplaced hash, nor stray period, nor reversed slash symbol to be found. The final line slotted into place. He removed his hands from the keyboard and sat back, gazing at his reflection in the glass, the code framing his reflection, shining white and blue as though painted in glowing light on his skin.
“Hello Tron,” he said with a satisfied smile, and imagined for a moment that, outlined in code and with his own face, the program seemed to smile back.
wordcount 141. Almost a drabbleandahalf. Feel better, Bit!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!FGJKHJF YOU YOU YOU ARE THE MAGNIFICENCE
Alaaan! I can just see him, all intent, then genuinely pleased because he’s the type of guy who gets satisfaction from getting stuff done. Hhhhh. And how it bleeds through the screen and defines the program… ♥
eeeeeeeeee this drabble! I love it, especially that last line! *climbs through screen to hug you* thank youuuu kesomon! ;3;
Seconded with the power of 1000 firey suns. Come here and let me love you both. (You too, Bit.)