One of the remote support people unwisely threatens Schekn with withholding his lunch should he wish to continue being difficult. Schekn starts yelling. It is now apparent that he, Schekn, has lived his entire life without relying on remote support. Moreover, up until now we were doing just fine out here, especially because remote support was nowhere to be seen or heard.
I am standing in the rain as it’s getting harder and harder, listening to all this support nonsense with beans, seemingly unable to shake off some sort of dreamy stupor. It feels like I am watching a remarkably stupid play without beginning or end, where all actors have completely forgotten their lines and keep ad-libbing hoping (in vain) for some miraculous resolution. As if this play has been staged just for me, to
