Deflecting his pesky store goers was something that Alexander usually did to have a bit of thrill to his mundane life.
In his eyes, Hackman and Snipes were people who took opportunities to better themselves.
Mr. Hackman succeeded with just changing his strategy from a buyer to partner, which is probably due to his vast experience in his life.
Sandra somewhat failed as she quit right after knowing that she can't sell herself. What can one expect from someone who just turned somewhat of an adult?
The reason for her only 'somewhat' failing is because right by Alexander's bed is Snipe's naked body being semi-covered by the blanket.
After flirting farewells with the owner of the dangling leg, he simply called up the embarrassed Sandra to take her place and the rest is history.
Right by her forehead is a sticky note which had the number 28 written on it. The count started a week ago since their first tryst and it made them keep up with all their bedly wildness.
Maybe she just wanted to embrace her gold shovel role while he role-played along as the rich man.
In any case, Alexander had his fun and he was back to much more serious stuff in his life.
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Alexander did not stop to admire his handiwork on the bed as he is fiddling around with his computer.
He has been a coding geek since young and took relish in program sequences and software failsafes.
He had already been breaking into softwares and applications before hackers and web jumpers became popular.
While his peers were growing like any other 80s kid or 90s teen, he opted to fiddle with the technological brain.
The beauty of it was that it wasn't as complex and mysterious as the human brain but it was still complexly logical to be deduced.
After Gates and Jobs popularized the device, Alexander followed in the footsteps of his father as he previously followed the improvements of the programs.
From calculators to simulators to intelligence, the enhancements to computer programming were phenomenal in his opinion.
Alexander took this observation to the fullest with him taking up the course in higher education and earning great merits to meddle around in the acclaimed Silicon Valley.
It was a jump from Silicone to Silicon where he was onlooking as the Internet Superhighway was set up, when the World Wide Web was established when Internet companies rose, and when the Internet bubble bursted.
He didn't stick around long in any company as he sought to diversify and discover. His skills and qualifications made the constant switching easy.
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Alexander hopped from one wacky company idea to the other and got acquainted with his many bosses' ambitions and how they see computers moving forward.
What he thought of as an improbability back then became Minecraft, motion capture technology, 3D animation, Alexa, and Siri.
Of course, other program initiatives didn't have any success or possible developments.
Alexander's prolific portfolio gained him impressive skills but also fame. It wasn't the good kind especially when the bubble became blown.
All those ambitious small companies he dabbled in became bankrupt and someone correlated the faults to him.
It may have been from the people who got laid off and had nowhere to go.
Seeing him well-off into getting higher positions while they fought for jobs openings must have given them a mental imbalance.
Indifferent and apathetic as he is, he didn't take those things to mind and just did his own thing.
The bubble burst is also the one who inspired him with investing and it is the reason why he is someone that a hard worker like Hackman would be jealous of. He got a laid-back and efficient Etoro program before anyone else.
Eventually, Alexander got most of what he wanted from Silicon Valley and chose to be an enigmatic recluse in Silicone Valley.
All the while he worked at tech companies, he collected program defects. It may even be considered his true objective for getting into the coding business.
He opened CREED after refitting his grandfather's old shop and became what it is today. He didn't sell much but he eventually amassed stock as the years passed by.
The chaos and clutter eventually became the organized yard sale-like interior it is.
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His time in the development and his fingers typing away on many keys on the keyboard eventually led him to this weird urge to type away and just let go.
What he has is the programmer's equivalent of what most soldiers have. While soldiers carry trauma, he carried a habit.
Even now that he was somewhat retired, he had the urge to look into his computer and type away while forgetting the beauty on the bed.
The codes, commands, and sequences on green fonts against the black background did not make any sense to any computer logic person at all.
All of it was just one layout and retyping of any impressive, obscure, or special command that Alexander has seen in his time. Running or functionalizing it into any program or software won't result in anything at all.
He has been compounding the nonsense away for years after his early retirement at the age of 25, so the incoherent coding sequence in front of him is equivalent to 20 years of absentminded coding.
It already accrues 1 billion or even more characters in it to make it quite the feat.
For others, his time and energy were just wasted on the nonsense but for Alexander, it was quite the opposite because he wanted to emulate the Infinite Monkey Theorem.
To which he had varying levels of success and surprise.
The infinite monkey theorem states that a monkey hitting keys at random on a typewriter keyboard for an infinite amount of time will almost surely type any given text, such as the complete works of William Shakespeare.
In fact, the monkey would almost surely type every possible finite text an infinite number of times.
However, the probability that monkeys filling the entire observable universe would type a single complete work, such as Shakespeare's Hamlet is so tiny that the chance of it occurring is extremely low but 'technically not zero'.
With one monkey already having the probability of not failing, what if there were an infinite number of monkeys?
Infinite monkeys that are infinitely typing away to an infinite amount of works. Surely, one of those monkeys would result in having the answer to everything conceivable and inconceivable.
It would be an extremely extreme in the extremist of chances that it will happen but 'technically not zero'.
Alexander just had to ditch the typewriter for a keyboard and absentmindedly typing his way into monkeyness.
He hadn't typed away a Hamlet or a phrase of God from all of the weird command combinations but he still had success with anomalies, bugs, malwares, and the occasional viruses.
In a way, it was just another source to enrich his collection of faulty programs.