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For weeks, months — no! from the very moment you were born — you've felt it calling to you. Every time you've held your keyboard aloft, crying out in anguish over an incomprehensible class hierarchy; every time you've lain awake at night, disturbing your loved ones with sobs over a mutation-induced heisenbug; every time a race condition has caused you to pull out more of your ever-dwindling hair, some secret part of you has known that there has to be a better way.