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It was Halloween 2002 and Ruth was working late into the night at the offices of Linden Lab. The rain was coming down hard and she wondered if she would ever get home. She sighed and hung her head, the avatar code was coming along she knew but it was nowhere near ready for the demo with the investors the next day. Everyone else had gone home, her part was all that was left to be done. To add to that the rain was dampening her spirit, in the distance she could hear | It was Halloween 2002 and Ruth was working late into the night at the offices of Linden Lab. The rain was coming down hard and she wondered if she would ever get home. She sighed and hung her head, the avatar code was coming along she knew but it was nowhere near ready for the demo with the investors the next day. Everyone else had gone home, her part was all that was left to be done. To add to that the rain was dampening her spirit, in the distance she could hear the claps of thunder getting louder as the storm outside worsened. The building boomed as a strike hit nearby and the lights flickered but her tapping on the keys didn't falter. The next strike was much closer, the lights blazed brilliant white and burst, the transformer outside exploded, the fragments going in all directions and the percussion wave blowing the windows in. | ||
They never found her body, only the smoldering remains of her chair and melted keyboard. The meeting with the investors couldn't be postponed, they needed the money badly. The code seemed to work though. | They never found her body, only the smoldering remains of her chair and melted keyboard. The meeting with the investors couldn't be postponed, they needed the money badly. The code seemed to work though. | ||
Revision as of 02:32, 22 January 2010
The Unknown Fate of Ruth
*forces the sun to midnight and rezzes a campfire*
Gather around and I shall tell you a tale...
It was Halloween 2002 and Ruth was working late into the night at the offices of Linden Lab. The rain was coming down hard and she wondered if she would ever get home. She sighed and hung her head, the avatar code was coming along she knew but it was nowhere near ready for the demo with the investors the next day. Everyone else had gone home, her part was all that was left to be done. To add to that the rain was dampening her spirit, in the distance she could hear the claps of thunder getting louder as the storm outside worsened. The building boomed as a strike hit nearby and the lights flickered but her tapping on the keys didn't falter. The next strike was much closer, the lights blazed brilliant white and burst, the transformer outside exploded, the fragments going in all directions and the percussion wave blowing the windows in.
They never found her body, only the smoldering remains of her chair and melted keyboard. The meeting with the investors couldn't be postponed, they needed the money badly. The code seemed to work though.
They say she lives on in the code. When you stumble upon some incomplete part of her task, a bit of her comes alive and fills the void, forever trapped until the code is done.
Rendition
I fear history is repeating, rendition was the folly of Paris, we may well manage to sink a thousand ships but what then? Will we take the fight to the Greeks until they have no more want for war? What of those among us who say the Greeks are right? Will we imprison them? Will we torture them? Wars start when diplomacy fails, rendition will strain diplomacy beyond its ability.