Grand Designs

Code is everywhere. Sly Collette stood in front of the roller coaster he designed. He envisioned the shouts of joy and the chills of fearchis contraption would produce when it opened the first day of July.

“Sly, baby, this is going to be a hit!” the park supervisor Bob Dyerson ran up to him with cigars.

“Let’s try to use the word ‘thrill,’” Collette corrected “And you know ai don’t smoke.”

“I know. I know. What do you think of this thing up and running tomorrow?”

“Delighted.”

“No problem with fly Sly,” Bob said, a cigar hanging from his lips.