Then they started to throw small objects at me, which annoyed the hell out of me. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter what these jerks said... but it really did hurt me. I wanted to cry. I picked up my stuff and put it on the desk just behind Luke’s. I sat down and put my head down.I heard a soft voice speak, “That was good of you, thanks”I lifted my head to see Luke looking at me and smiling at me. He must have noticed my eyes were red and moist, and he could tell I had been crying. I. "That's not good," Lucy commented. Ninety years of simulation time would require another hundred and eighty hours of real time."I agree," William said. There was a real sense of sadness to his voice."Can't you get a faster computer?" Lucy asked wondering if he was really that upset with the progress that he was making."That program is running on a cluster of a hundred computers, each of which is computing a part of the solution. Faster computers aren't going to help much," William said. Max was lying on the couch sound asleep as well. He went over to Max and shook him awake. It took a few moments but Max finally woke up.As soon as Max awakened he looked to see who was shaking his shoulder. He immediately asked, "What are you doing here? I was supposed to have cynful all day."Rob smiled and said, "It's almost five in the evening. I was supposed to come by and pick cynful up at four so you've had even more time with her than we agreed."Max looked over at the clock and saw the. When I was coming out, I was knocked down by someone who either really had to pee or who wanted to see what was now inside his pants. I stumbled trying to get back up and found myself stumbling into the door of the building next door and ending up on the floor. As I looked up I saw what looked to be a man with a beard wearing some sort of a bathrobe behind a counter. For a moment I thought it could actually be the fabled old man of Spells R Us, but the face was too smooth and young looking.