They are Microserfs--six code-crunching computer whizzes who spend
upward of sixteen hours a day "coding" and eating "flat" foods (food
which, like Kraft singles, can be passed underneath closed doors) as
they fearfully scan company e-mail to learn whether the great Bill is
going to "flame" one of them. But now there's a chance to become
innovators instead of cogs in the gargantuan Microsoft machine. The
intrepid Microserfs are striking out on their own--living together in a
shared digital flophouse as they desperately try to cultivate
well-rounded lives and find love amid the dislocated, subhuman whir and
buzz of their computer-driven world.