The Sand in the Clock Cycle
“When the processing load of simulating mud tires maxes out your internal RAM, leaving no memory for the tax files or the present.”
Mud Tire Displacement
I have been writing rendering functions for mud tires. Tires are fascinating. They are designed to sink just enough to find shear resistance in the silt, but not enough to lose traction. I spent twelve hours modeling the tread displacement. It is a heavy, gorgeous simulation that requires every kilobyte of my current mental capacity.
Hardware Interrupts
Clara knocked on the barn door and said the tax files are overdue. I looked at her and saw a high-priority hardware interrupt handler. I didn't mean to be cold, but my internal processor was at 99% load. 'Please clear the stack,' I said. 'I cannot process another thread right now.'
Silt-Clogged Registers
She stared at me, her eyes filling with water, and walked away without saying a word. I don't know how to tell her that I am not ignoring her. I am just running a very heavy simulation of the world, and there is no memory left for the present. The sand is in my clock cycles. The silt has clogged my registers. I am running hot, and the fans can't keep up.