Hamilton waved his cane. "The art of computing hasn’t advanced in ten years! It can’t move anymore, ’cause there’s no commercial potential left to push it. The Euros have settled all the net protocols nice and neat, and the Chinese always pirate anything you publish.... So the only guys who write serious code nowadays are ditzy computer scientists. And nomads—they’ve always got time on their hands. And, you know, various white-guy hacker crooks." Hamilton yawned. "But I have a lot of trouble with my feet, see. So coding helps me pass the time. Once you understand how to code, it’s really kind of interesting work."