We're Dying.

Shamos and his buddy used to spend a lot of time at the i b m building waiting to get computer time when no one else was using them. They made a hundred copies of their altered cart and we kind of randomly shuffled them into the box that the operators used, just left it there. And now what's going on is i b m can't run any of their paying jobs, including the national weather service, which was trying weather prediction. We didn't want to fess up, but the best proposition that we had was to get our cards out of that box so none of them could be used again. K because if this went on too long without their making a discovery