3. Andy is our security leader
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3. Andy is our security leader
he’s a huge guy from Russia his last name has no vowels and I can’t say it but he lets me call him Andy he’s nice to me but he’s bad ass the other security are scared of him I wouldn’t want to be one and try to go out with his daughter who is blonde smart and gorgeous he showed me media on his handheld I know I’d never have the nerve to talk to her I never can talk to any of them my throat freezes up and I want to run off in any direction that doesn’t matter because Andy is making me meet her I have to go to his house for dinner oh no but at least I have code to write CS2 shows up late or not at all he takes a few days off whenever he feels like it which is every other day I wish he would take Fil with him on his vacations Fil has his own agenda that has nothing to do with work it’s all politics and it’s all crazy I mean he opposes work and wants to hang all the rich people I heard him say that and he’s still alive maybe BG isn’t as dangerous as I thought ha-ha he is too I try to stay away from Fil on account of I don’t want to die in a crossfire it does me no good Fil is always coming to my office and ranting about capitalism he even follows me to the bathroom and rants in there security doesn’t like him he knows it and rants at them too it looks like the program is gonna be nothing but a chat engine I mean it will be huge and it will have CS2’s lame-ass QT behind it but that’s not a brain we can shove BG into and I haven’t even got the interface working yet somebody taps me on the shoulder I jump about a meter straight up and land back in my chair which tips over and I’m sitting in my chair except the back of the chair is on the floor I’m looking up at Andy he says something I think it’s am I all right he doesn’t speak English very well and I can’t figure out what he’s doing here he just comes to work in the morning but I see daylight on the east media window it is morning I was thinking it was about midnight Andy says some more stuff I don’t get I wish he would go away but he squats down puts one big arm around the back of my chair and hauls me into a sitting position he’s got a cup of something steamy in his hand he hands it to me I figure it’s coffee when I take a sip I realize it’s soup liquid food my body soaks it up like it’s dying the cup is empty before I can taste it I wipe my lips and try to stand up but my legs are like rubber Andy has to help me he asks me when did I sleep last I start to answer but he interrupts me and slowly says that tonight is big night the night I meet his daughter who wants to date a rich capitalist I feel a sharp pain in my ankle I look down it’s Oppie’s cat it knows when the door to my office is open and it sneaks in and lets me have one I try to kick it but my feet move too slow the cat is over at the door there’s Oppie too smiling at me and Andy like he’s the tooth fairy and we’re good little children who brush our teeth so hard our gums bleed I don’t know where that came from Andy and Oppie are laughing so I guess I said it out loud oops Andy says I need sleep so I can meet his daughter tonight Oppie agrees and starts to make a speech but Andy interrupts him to say I’m too tired to get home Oppie says that’s no problem he’ll drive me I try to scream but nothing comes out I wonder if I’m dead and in hell I wonder even more when Andy picks me up and carries me out it’s major embarrassing good thing it’s early no one is here except the security guards and they act like this is routine that creepy X guy is there he’s got white gloves on and he’s down on his hands and knees rubbing his fingers on the guards’ shoes they’re all lined up and he’s crawling right down the line wiping a finger across the shoes yeah this must be hell Andy marches right on by with me in his arms for some reason he and X don’t like each other Oppie is right behind us with the kitty from hell riding on his left shoulder I guess it’s going too I close my eyes and black out when I open them I’m in Oppie’s EV and we’re about to do a head-on with a wall I close them again we sway from side to side but stay upright Oppie’s got some kind of compensator software that helps him drive he never uses the autonomous controls he has a license to drive himself who let him have that when I open my eyes we’re on the ramp that leads out of the garage it’s morning traffic I shut my eyes and try not to listen as horns blow evehicles screech and Oppie chats away to his cat he’s telling it something about God BG is going to kill us why doesn’t he talk about that there’s a big thump and when I open my eyes I see we went over the curb into the front yard of the house where I live at least we missed the porch I manage to get out my knees are shaking it’s not exhaustion Oppie gets out too his tires dug some deep holes in the grass I’m hoping Mr. Johnson the landlord doesn’t show but of course he’s the next person we see he’s standing on the porch with a ladder I remember he was gonna fix the roof he’s a nice old guy about 60 and tall and thin and he’s standing there looking at the car with his mouth open but no sounds are coming out Oppie tells him hello and makes a speech about what a beautiful day it is and Mr. Johnson gapes at him he works real hard on the lawn since his wife died a few months ago he points a finger at the evehicle and I know and Oppie knows that’s he’s major pissed but the Opman is a master at redirecting the conversation this could take a while so I lean against a porch column because I can’t stand up and Oppie pretends that Mr. Johnson is interested in his evehicle and he goes on about that for several minutes until Mr. Johnson has that stupid look that most people get when Oppie talks but the old guy has enough energy left to moan about his yard Oppie takes a look around like he’s just noticed where he is and he smiles again and says that yards are wasteful and use too many resources he prefers a xeriscape Oppie’s cat trots over and gives Mr. Johnson a quick swipe across the ankle he screams and grabs his leg Oppie says that his cat is a bad kitty and he shouldn’t hurt the nice man he picks up the cat it settles into his arms there’s blood on its right front foot Oppie turns to me and says he will get new clothes for me and be back at 6:00 to get me Mr. Johnson groans as Oppie’s tires dig a new set of tracks across the yard pulling out I know I should stay and help Mr. Johnson but I can barely walk I key the door and stumble inside I make it to the couch that’s about 2 meters away and collapse on it the next thing I know someone is shaking me too bad I was dreaming code I had the whole event loop figured I’ll use QT to build hierarchies that point to other hierarchies to deal with the multiple associations and QT will create new hierarchies on the fly whenever I need them I open my eyes and roll over it’s Oppie and he’s wearing a blue suit and he’s got some kind of bag on a hangar in his other hand
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