Frogging

I have had to google what frogging meant before I could write this. Fortunately, none of the meanings are dodgy, but they are as close to what I am about to describe as a chimpanzee is to a digital clock.

The year is 3050 A.D. Future is futuristic but I have spent very little time in reality to tell you about it. What I want to talk about is the way we code. They are not lines of commands anymore that hide the circuits and switches that perform every action.

The Operating Systems are now entire worlds and each function is a landscape. You could get into the world to explore and see how it works, but it would be as easy as baking a pie when you do not know how to make salt water.

To help with this, we release black jaguars to perform sanity testing. They are fast, nimble and efficient.


Also, now bugs aren't called bugs, they are called snakes. They thrive in all sorts of environments and are good at camouflage and hiding.


Jaguars might find some and destroy them, but it won't find all. For this, we release frogs to lure them out and catch them. They are low cost, high value items and have a very good track record. This entire operation is called 'frogging'.


Welcome to the future!

Comments

Manjul said…
Futuristic for sure! Like the idea of snakes!
19 July 2021 at 23:25
Swati said…
I just learnt to code xD
20 July 2021 at 10:41

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