"Goodnight, George," Sheldon whispered to the empty room, though he rarely called his father by his first name to his face.
He sat back, the wooden chair creaking under the weight of his frustration. "Incompetent," he whispered to the machine. "I give you logic, and you give me hexadecimal garbage." young sheldon s05e03 libvpx
The cursor blinked. It was a heartbeat.