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Adam knew that if he were to make any money he would have to leave the old, dusty, and decrepit farm and move into the growing city. However, as he stood next to the Greyhound bus stop feeling the fifty dollars left in his pocket he know that finding a job, a place to live, and having enough money to continue his education would possibly be his toughest undertaking yet. Nevertheless, as he passed the many sprawling cities in the land of milk and honey that spanned between his past and his hopefully bright future he knew that he had to do it. To the many people he spoke with, his predicament looked quite bleak and for the most part, it was. For poor Adam had no home, no food, and only an address and phone number to a factory that was hiring in Los Angeles along with the measly fifty dollars left in his pocket that he had religiously saved for years while he worked on the farms in the Sacramento River Valley. But as he stepped down from the towering greyhound bus and tasted the bright polluted air of Los Angeles he remembered the quagmire he was in and he especially remembered that he had only the clothes on his sun beaten back, the few dollars in his pocket, and that phone number on a dilapidated piece of paper. Nevertheless, despite the many problems he had to his pleasure and delight yonder across the street was a Salvation Army thrift shop boasting of the lowest prices in town and at this point that was all deprived Adam could possibly afford. As he entered that store looking for anything that might help him he noticed out of the corner of his eye a glasslike object that at once caught the luster of his eye and almost at once he remembered it for what it was a piece pristine silicon. After the preliminary assessment he snatched it up to quickly and checked the price to see if he could possibly spare a few dollars on something of such unbridled profound beauty. Moreover, to his astonishment it had to him the unbelievable price of ten cents...