TessaLationhomelabs
are both
an exercise
in digital archeology
and
writing prophetic
self-fulfilling
science fiction
Over the course of several hours, they familiarize me with the hardware basics, the workstation's build system, and the audit they'd begun performing before I arrived. The network is reachable. Attempting to write an email crashes the email client. All other functions seem to work. The messenger issue seems to just be from a stalled update.
Stepping outside while waiting for the next step of the debugging process to complete, there's a weird ennui to stepping back into a world of trees and traffic and sidewalks.
Belatedly remembering my original plan to resolve this ticket, I retrieve my logo-plastered tote bag and fish out the aluminum slab of my corporate notebook, still silently judging me for my every datapoint.
Ignoring the itch of pervasive monitoring at each keystroke and pointer movement, I update the ticket with "work pending", and erase the part about an OS reload. No way am I going to attempt to modify this stack without a lot more time to study it, and that's going to have to happen in my off hours.
Clocking out, I swipe the notebook against the sensor of the local secure locker pod, and drop my branded tote bag into the padded recesses of my newly assigned local locker.
Tugging on the shoulder strap of my backpack to reassure myself it's still with me, I retrace my steps towards the building with the workstation.
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