I wrote this for one of my dearest projects, the Berlin Morgenraum.
Just the usual again.
Usual- that sounds not very important.
But anyways, sometimes usual things are important as well. Though Derk couldn’t know. When you are an anonymous administrator for computer systems you never know how important your work
really is, or how usual. Though the job in itself was sometimes boring. Derk was the caretaker for roughly 200 computers he knew nothing about except that they needed to be checked, configured, monitored, repaired.
Today was one of those days were the job really turned into stress.
Shite, some customers really have it. Two hours talk about decision making algorithms, and all that while Smuggler waits for his cracker to pierce into the next store of loot. Finally he had come free from the meeting and quickly walked down the street. Damn hot day, again. But clouds started crowding the sky, promising some air cleaning.
Better to get a fucking roof to hide under – since it wasn’t really advisable to be soaked by the downpour of H2O and all the airborne shite – nanobots, viruses, bacteria. This week the newest in the collection of microscopic bastards was looking for new victims. The body count already above 50, EHEC was the scare of the day. Until someone deemed the common flue as the end of humans again.
Not that Smuggler cared, he simply hated to run around in soaked clothes. But he had already spotted a free seat at the noodle shop cross the street, hurrying there before any of those fat, old sex tourists could squat it.