Antonia Stevens

Java, java, java. Java this, Java that. Seriously. If it wasn't coffee it was an island in Indonesia or the programming language or the games made using it.

She typed it into Google. Apparently it was a board game too, that won some German award. Fascinating stuff.

Of course, Antonia was just trying to avoid actually doing her programming. When she'd signed up to be a programmer for Mahrtsche Inc. she thought she'd stick it out for a year or three and then move onto something bigger and better. After all, no one wanted to be a code monkey forever, did they? Some of her superiors certainly seemed as though they'd never stop. But their job was mostly to oversee what she was doing, and then take all the credit. Half the time their suggestions were useless. They probably knew that, too and were only pretending to help.

And all the time Antonia was still here fifteen years later, when everyone else had had a life. They'd had promotions and weddings and babies and divorces and she was still in the same place. Java, java, java...