Chapter 32

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32 Never before had a short list made Dale’s heart pound. Bob Matheson Misha Pokotylo Dennis Ritchie Three conference attendees had cards that could get them into any room in the residence halls. Except one was the old man of the conference, one was only tangentially related to the community, and one had been dead for years. Bob Matheson, godfather of today’s BSD software community. He’d been a computer expert for longer than Dale had been alive. When he’d offered the morning’s keynote he’d sounded distracted. Uncertain. He’d ended with encouraging words. Dale had put it down to natural discomfort at Lash falling over dead only the hour before… but maybe he’d had more personal reasons for being so shaky? Pokotylo, from ShufflSoft. He was pretty sexist, yeah, but that didn’t make him

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