Mike had his attention jerked from his desk top PC right away when his wife came up behind hims and said, “Micky boy you got to stop being addicted to that rig. It’s about time you started paying more attention to our two sons and myself. I’m getting so tired of this lifestyle a divorce lawyer will be contacted right away Monday.”

Mike took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. “Cindy sweetheartI ain’t got no choice in this. If I don’t do a little programming research on my own that programming company is going to let me go. They are so large an accounting software provider I’d be easy to replace.”

“Mike can’t you see how much your sons actually need you. They have to go play next door with the Eisele kids because both the father and grand father get out and spend some time with em.”

“Look it’s about time you all start appreciating all the time I have to work just to support us anymore. I can’t even take some day off or my programing research dies out.”

Cindy put both hands on her hips and snarled out, “I can’t believe you got to do some research to to figure some mathematical equations out. Huh, you probably don’t love me as much anymore.” 

With that out Cindy stomped out of the computer room into the kitchen beside it.  Mike shook his head and said to himself, “She has got several good points. I really ought to act like a loving father just like my own did with me. It would really help us all if I hadn’t got trapped into this programming industry. Huh, they got all kinds of other mentally strenuous forms of research in all them other scientific areas. Yes, I could make us all plenty of money if my field of study had been in something like geology or archeology. I got to admit it that figuring out how to write an intellectually functioning program that can make one rich through accounting is a lot of fun but I ought to give it up and save my family.”

Mike started rubbing his forehead as he investigated the monitor. His sons ran by in the hallway screaming, “Hide and seek.”

“That’s about the right kind of clue I need. Them boys remind me of how I was back at their age. Back then in the eighties the Internet had just started to make almost everybody I was friends with a PC addict. We’d all have to find some way to surf around and get our homework ready to turn in. Oh, and my poor father wanted me to go out and join a little league baseball team. Right I just couldn’t drag myself out of my room and leave the PC alone. Most of the games and garbage available to us had been put on line to have major influences upon us. Yes them wealthy companies had bought up some early programmers and used them to mentally abduct use. Even accounting now lets me understand how I was ramrodded before I made thirteen. Huh, I bet if a time traveling program was compiled it could travel backwards through all the computers in existence at different points of time and free me from this slavery. I ought to spend a little time this afternoon and send one back in time tonight.”