The elderly Carl knew that he was a[n] _6_ among the young programmers working in his office. Each time he struggled to send a simple e-mail message, he_7_ the death of the typewriter-and-telephone era in which he had spent most of his career. Bitter that the end of his own usefulness approached, Carl often _8_ the young programmers for having no concept of how to use their own brains -- not calculators -- to solve equations or analyze data. Technology had become the programmers' _9_, he felt, and had turned him into a dinosaur. Sometimes the young manager and his _10_ mused at Carl's outdated experience with punch cards and mainframes, and it fueled Carl's resentment. He couldn't wait to retire.