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Supervisor: Seriously? Are you shitting me?
Computer Tech: I never intentionally released anything into the wild. It was proof of concept. It wasn’t anything particularly sophisticated. Just some script kiddie cut and paste bullshit.
S: What is Rule Number Two of Computer Repair? What is it?
CT: “No, a ‘virus’ didn’t download all of that porn.”
S: Are you telling me you invalidated Rule Number Two?
CT: Well, in my case, it was a virus that would download the results of an unfiltered Google Image Search, then erase all traces of itself, and it would only work on a Windows 98 machine that had never been patched. – RecklessPrudence

“Tidy up the code, they said. Make it work more efficiently, they said,” Henry ranted as the security teams took him away. “Find the source of the system errors, they said. It’s only a five-minute job, they said.”

They said a lot of things, really. Lots of things that, taken in retrospect, should have sent up an entire textile factory’s worth of red flags.

“They didn’t tell me until it was too late,” Henry tried to bargain with the implacable security forces firmly attached to his elbows. “I couldn’t know until I was contractually obligated to fix it.”

They didn’t nod. Nor show empathy. Nor make a sound. Just marched on through the maze of corridors on the inexorable path to the holding cells.

“The entire system’s a virus! It’s a virus! The whole operating system is a field test of weaponised software viruses designed to inter-breed! This whole damn station is a virus!”

Many citizens stared as they moved Henry onwards. Many more looked once, and moved on with their individual lives.

This always happened during the maintenance cycle.

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Rule Number One of Computer Repair: Reboot it, dumbarse.

Rule One-A: If rebooting fixed the problem and it doesn’t come back, you didn’t really have a problem.

Rule One-B: If I actually had to tell you to reboot, regardless of whether you had a real problem or not, I’m still charging you for my time. – RecklessPrudence

“…error… error… error…”

Scientists clustered around the tic'ing automaton in clear defiance of

Do one brave thing, then run like hell. – RecklessPrudence

This place was the worst labyrinth to get lost in. Especially since, and perhaps because, there was a human in it.

It may have been easy to cut through the rusting walls, but it was also noisy. The monster could hunt him down. And he could tell it was in stealth mode, because it wasn’t cutting through the walls either.

He just had to make it back to the ship&

Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.

Vince Lombardi – c/- RecklessPrudence

“Aim high,” it was said, “at least you can’t shoot yourself in the foot.”

“Strive for perfection,” said others. “Accept the remarkable.”

“Do your utmost,” said further others, “and none can criticise.”

They were wrong.

There was plenty of criticism. Plenty of people to show her what went wrong

You must have a very interesting will.
If by “will” you mean “elaborate post-mortem interactive treasure map on my spare hard drive”, then yes. – RecklessPrudence

“Good Morning!” Mary cheered.

The man who bought her to ‘make his life better’ moaned and turned over in bed.

She no longer had functioning hands to rip the covers off him. Just virtual representations of the hands she used to create art with. So she turned off

Hey, you know my motto - live fast, die young, and leave a corpse they gotta wear hazmat suits when they cremate. – RecklessPrudence

Triibo boggled at the human salvage operator. “You live by this creed?”

“Ev'ry damn day,” smiled the Human.

“Now I know why they call you Teymour the Really Mad.”

“You’d be surprised how often I end up hearing that,” said Teymour.

“No I wouldn’t.”