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Prologue
"Come here," said the old man to a child, "I want to tell you a family story." He patted his knee, leaning back in his easy chair.
The little boy came running. He scrambled up the elderly man's knee and straddled his legs. The little boy's face was wreathed with a smile. "What's the story?" the child asked excitedly, "Oh grampa, please tell me, I really want to know."
The grandfather looked down at the child on his knee with affection. "Well," said the grandfather, clearing his throat, "Many years ago, when I was younger and your father was a few years older than you are now, your father was a magnificent inventor and electrician."
"He was?" the boy exclaimed, glancing at his father.
"Yes," grandfather nodded, "so one day your father created a computer. He gave it to me for my birthday. A few years later, I took it out. Absently I was fingering the letters, and typed out 'three million dollars'. I pressed insert." He leaned towards his grandson, and lowered his voice, "Do you know what happened next?"
His grandson shook his head, eyes wide, "No, what happened?"
"POOF!" the grandfather threw his hands in the air. "There, suddenly in the room, was three million dollars in little stacks in a pile on the floor."
"Is the computer still around?"
Grandfather nodded. "Actually, the computer, from what your dad last told me, is somewhere in your house."
The little boy said politely, "Thanks for the story." Then slid off his grandfather's knee and ran back to his toys, thinking hard.