There is a figure silhouetted before a terminal at the far corner of the dark room. He is silent, however a majestic orchestration fills the room with sound. He begins typing feverishly, his keystrokes reaching a climax simultaneously with the music. He glances at his watch, his face twisting in horror.
Food is needed.
Sleep is needed more. He retreats to bed. Tomorrow comes a new day, a new chance to discover, another program to free from its bonds.