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Sunday, May 24, 2015


Rachel came into the Head Programmer’s office for the third time since the incident. She saw him still busy at work on his laptop. “Have you made any progress, Tim?”

Tim sighed, “I’m still not sure how this was even physically possible, let alone what sort of bug in the code could’ve caused this. Is it possible that the two events just coincidentally happened at the same time?”

“I don’t think our heads winding up on each other’s bodies is just something that happens. It took place right after running a new version of your code on that thing downstairs. There has to be a connection.”

“I’m still not seeing anything. This might go faster if I could cut your nails. They’re so long; it makes it hard to type.”

“Don’t you dare. I spent good money to get those done last weekend. In fact, if anything is out of place on my body when I get it back, you’re in big trouble.”

“IF you get it back,” Tim corrected, “We still have no idea how to fix this.”

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