It’s common for programmers to make their first script one which merely prints “Hello World”. The two words are a sort of tradition among the programming gods. Now I have misspelled them, and a perilous future awaits. Shall I be doomed to the hell of Malbolge, the programming language named after the eighth circle of hell in Dante’s Inferno? No, I shall not be that fortunate. I shall not be pardoned. The Kernel upon which I stand begins to crumble and a low buzz is heard from the speakers. This low buzz is in the tune of Fur Elise, indicating that the CPU fan has failed. as the Kernel vanishes, I plunge into the very depths of low-level computing. I see a cryptic code running before my eyes. I eventually realize what it is: Assembly. I now am doomed to a life of misery. A life of low-level coding. A life almost as bad as one stuck eternally in high school.
