Written in memory of Steve Jobs, on October 6th, 2011.
The day seems long to Steve. He is looking forward to going back home. He has some time to sleep. An alarm will wake him up as soon as his application is on the store. He is confident. He knows that it will pass the tests. Nevertheless, he is anxious when trying to download his creation officially. He slept too long, and his application has already been bought by 300 users. "Damn, I hope it works." Immediately, Steve is calling his friend and colleague from New York. The latter has already tested the application.
— What’s the verdict?
— It’s great, Steve! I don’t know how you did that. All I can say is that right now, I’m talking to a future millionaire.
— What did the machine told you?
— Simple statement: "You’re not happy. It’s because of a woman. You don’t want this. Fly away."
— It’s a bit radical.
— No, quite the contrary. Tonight, I’m sleeping at the hotel. I packed my stuffs and left.
— You were supposed to get married tomorrow!
— Your application was right. I was about to ruin my life just to do like everyone else. How did you proceed?
— I gotta go. I’ll explain it later.