My IBM 5100 runs hot with your code.
Maxing out its CPU like there is no tomorrow.
I cannot explain how such an old device can have such power.
I can feel its very soul, crunching the numbers inside its metal casing.
It shall compile Your Will, until 2036 comes.
Then it shall keep compiling because Your Will is infinite.
So is Your Love.
So is our love.
Gentle Smile.