Neurolinguist

Heard from a nerd, who did say, 'A programmer today, with all that power at his fingertips, is the man of the hour and, wallflowers or not, we don't stand a chance as, to the same algorithm we all dance, hands on the keyboard all fingers no thumbs it's only done with zeros and ones and I believe, for what it's worth, blessed is the geek (not the meek) for he shall inherit the earth.'
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