The large monitor was displaying a John Wayne movie when all of a sudden an armed outlaw turned to Bill and said, “You have been proclaimed to ignorant to have any children. The Federal Population Control has declared a mandatory abortion upon your wife.” The outlaw fired his revolver directly at Bill with a grin and then said, ”There is no way folk with your low IQ are going to take anything over.”

Bill quickly kicked the computer hardware under his desk and stood up. He started cursing and prancing around his office. After a bit he told himself, “There’s no way I’m going to let the government keep me from having a kid. That agency is just being driven by some software my programming opponent wrote. I wish there was no way programming companies could make political donations. Huh, his company would never have got the contract over mine. Right, if I had been able to donate a million bucks to them congressmen he would probably have gone out of business writing porn games for little girls. I’d better figure out some way to save my kid or Linda’s going to leave America so she can try to have it somewhere else. None of them tiny countries allow strangers to give birth in them either.”

Bill went back to his large desk and switched his large desk to computer back on. It just took him a few minutes to connect it with the government population control agency. There just was no way he could get that main frame to allow his wife to give birth. The monitor screen kept displaying scolding remarks about his low intelligence level.

With clinched teeth Bill told himself, “I’m going to have to compile a bit of anti-abortion software. One that will allow every citizen of the United States have the right to have a child. It’s going to have to outsmart Bob’s piece of junk.”

After spending an afternoon trying to overcome killer.exe Bill had to get himself a can of Coors and take a break. After getting half that can down Bill was able to calmly say to himself, “Right, the only way I’m going to beat that rig is to introduce some software that can keep it from ever being compiled.”

As the evening passed Bill calmly wrote out a program that could slide itself back in human time. Bill had long known that time doesn’t progress in computers the same it does in human kind. That has allowed him to write programs that can update themselves.  Just before midnight his desktop connected with the government mainframe and uploaded freedom.exe. A picture of John Wayne appeared on the monitor screen and said, “Alright Billy boy. We got the bank bolted up now and there is no way that outlaw will ever be able to compile his killer software in our saloon without getting it shot down with my Colt section.”