I've been picking my way through the latest issue of the small press mag Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet rather than read the whole thing in one jump. The nice thing about this approach is that neat surptises keep popping up.
Case in point: Benjamin Parzybok's short story "The Coder." The story concerns a software company that has important railroad contracts, but only one programmer. He doesn't speak to anyone, writes near-illegible but perfect code, and lives on the building's roof. It lives up to that premise, too.
Trust me, I'm not just plumping a fellow Ben. Nor am I the only one to appreciate it.