who knows why computers do anything
Added 2025-07-09 03:29:50 +0000 UTCMitchie was absolutely in love with Marlene, he couldn't take his eyes off her. It wasn't like the strangers in the hallway, where he was excited to smell someone new and then move on. He hung on her every word.
I could hear the small, two car train coming down the track toward us.
"What was hiding?" I asked. I wanted her to keep talking.
"Jo treats me like I'm new, Mitchie. Because I volunteer for the job. Like your Charlie does! We're old, not dead. I know how to hide a very big program. Trust me, I know. But Jo didn't even look at my work. She said maybe I should take my bat down to the woods. Flap around a bit down there if I wasn't going to stick to my assigned tasks." Prom looked up suddenly, at the word flap.
Marlene shook her head at him, and he gave a little bat sigh, and closed his eyes.
"Anyway I told her to go flap herself out a fucking airlock." Marlene said.
I laughed.
"In front of everybody?"
"Yeah. What? Yes. Was I supposed to send a memo?"
"Telling your boss to flap themselves out a fucking airlock in front of your coworkers can sometimes get a person fired, I guess." I said. "Even in the modern workplace."
"Oh, no they fired me because the computer says I'm dead. Which seemed like a weird thing for a computer to lie about. But who knows why computers do anything."
