Below is the draft of prose that I wrote for the foreword to a book on fuzz testing: It was a dark and stormy night. Really. Sitting in my apartment in Madison in the Fall of 1988, there was a wild midwest thunderstorm pouring rain and lighting up the late night sky. That night, I was logged on to the Unix system in my office via a dial-up phone line over a 1200 baud modem. With the heavy rain, there was noise on the line and that noise was interfering with my ability to type sensible command...