radar on :
So does tommy call his mother ma-xiang?
hehe!
hehe!
Friday, July 29. 2005Tommy Xiang
Just as they did every morning, Tommy Xiang's eyes opened two minutes before his alarm clock was scheduled to ring. He flicked the alarm off before it had a chance to ring; there was no need to disturb the peace of the morning with its raucous call. He set his clothes on the counter in the bathroom, arranging them in the order that he would put them on when he got out of the shower. Briefs, socks, pants, shirt. The shoes went on the floor--no telling what was on them after walking around the hospital. He set the water to 99 degrees, waited a moment for the temperature to stabilize, and stepped into the shower. The triclosan-tinged scent of antibacterial soap filled his nostrils as he carefully washed the skin around his interface implant. The SudaSkin edges of the implant had bonded well with his own skin, but he saw no reason to risk infection.
He dried himself methodically, dressed himself carefully, and, before leaving the bathroom, pressed a small silicone cover over the implant. Unless someone looked very carefully, he would never notice the implant. He was pouring soy milk onto his shredded wheat when he noticed the alert on his screen. Fair_Weather_Friend had posted a new environment. A few quick keystrokes started the scanning program. Night_Watcher had written it, but Tommy was quite sure that he never used it. No matter. Tommy usually caught any errors before the other two got into the environments. It was all part of the system.
He listened to the weather report while eating his breakfast. Rain. That meant that he would have to leave seven minutes early to make it to work on time. He adjusted the alarm on his watch, and checked his agenda. Tonight, he would need to write a check out for the power bill, and another for the mortgage. He checked to make sure that he had stamps, glanced at the clock, and then his watch, and went back to the computer. The scan had already finished. There was a major error quite close to the beginning of the file. Fair_Weather_Friend wasn't online, but Night_Watcher was. A glance at his watch told him that there was no time for a long conversation with Night_Watcher. He tapped out a quick message: Brain_Stem [7:12]: We've got to get a hold of Fair_Weather_Friend. There's a flaw in the latest environment render. It's a good thing I decided to check it before I loaded it; this one looks like it could be really painful. The reply came back immediately. Night_Watcher [7:12]: Hes not here. Im his roommate. He's plugged in and I dont know what to do he's htrashing around like hes having a seizure. What do I do Tommy froze. This was not supposed to happen. He tried to think of something to say, but just as he started to to type his reply, the alarm on his watch rang. If he didn't leave for work now, he would be late. Trackbacks
Trackback specific URI for this entry
Comments
Display comments as
(Linear | Threaded)
radar on :
So does tommy call his mother ma-xiang?
hehe! |
Handy LinksItems of InterestCategoriesBlog AdministrationSyndicate This BlogPowered byTheme dropdownBookmark |