The Art of Code
For a programmer to code something is to put a piece of themselves into their work, like any artist. Alan, writing Tron.

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For a programmer to code something is to put a piece of themselves into their work, like any artist. Alan tapped the end of his pencil against his arm, peering at the lines lain out on the screen before him. Gradually, he shifted parts around. Add a descriptor here. Change the wording there. Type out the final directives, each one essential. Not a misplaced hash, nor stray period, nor reversed slash symbol to be found. The final line slotted into place. He removed his hands from the keyboard and sat back, gazing at his reflection in the glass, the code framing his reflection, shining white and blue as though painted in glowing light on his skin.

"Hello Tron," he said with a satisfied smile, and imagined for a moment that, outlined in code and with his own face, the program seemed to smile back.

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A/N: wc:144, almost a drabble and a half. Inspired by a doodle on Tumblr done by Winzler for Stalkingbit. Also posted to Ao3.