Ecstatic

The coding flew over the monitor like a serpent with wings.

He was frantic, trying desperately to find some sort of explanation or solution to the problem at hand. There was none. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that, knew it but wouldn't accept it. It was inconceivable.

There was no way it could end like this. All the blood, sweat, tears, fights, friendships, memories just couldn't come down to this. It would not. He could fix this. He could fix this. He could fix anything.

Numbers don't lie, unfortunately. And these numbers were tragically fatal.