The Optimizer's Dilemma
The stock ticker was still running when Jack O'Brien opened his eyes, a ribbon of black numbers on yellow paper spilling across the floor like some mechanical waterfall. He had been at it for seventy-two hours straight, three days and nights of bootleg gin, cold coffee, and the frantic clicking of his adding machine while the numbers climbed and climbed and climbed and everyone on the floor of...
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