A Distance Measured in Dreamwidth
Devin Okonkwo had not slept in thirty-six hours, and his codebase had begun to feel like a living creature—breathing, shifting, growing teeth in places where teeth should not be. The year was 1999, and the air in the converted Palo Alto garage smelled of solder, ambition, and the particular kind of desperation that only venture capital could transmute into gold. He sat cross-legged on a beanbag...
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