[[A programmer sits at a desk in front of a computer. There are cans on the desk and more crushed ones on the floor.]]
Programmer: I just wrote the most beautiful code of my life.
Programmer: They casually handed me an impossible problem. In 48 hours and 200 lines, I SOLVED it.
((Lines divide the comic into two possible end panels here, labeled "Academia" and "Business."))
[[Academia]]
Professor: My god ... this will mean a half-dozen papers, a thesis or two, and a paragraph in every textbook on queueing theory!
[[Business]]
Boss: You got the program to stop jamming up? Great. While you're fixing stuff, can you get Outlook to sync with our new phones?
{{Title text: Some engineer out there has solved P=NP and it's locked up in an electric eggbeater calibration routine. For every 0x5f375a86 we learn about, there are thousands we never see.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.