{"id":512,"date":"2015-05-04T15:51:45","date_gmt":"2015-05-04T19:51:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/?p=512"},"modified":"2015-05-15T12:09:17","modified_gmt":"2015-05-15T16:09:17","slug":"looking-for-the-lost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/?p=512","title":{"rendered":"Looking for the Lost"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today is Star Wars Day! May the Fourth be with you!\u00a0\u00a0 cc<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d\u00a0the nurse\u00a0said, \u201c you’re pretty lucky. High speed crashes on the bus don’t very often leave any pieces at all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot many people have the Bodyguard AR I have either,\u201d Random said from the\u00a0recuperation bed.<\/p>\n

Not many people need that kind of protection. Of course, this wasn’t the first time his packet had been blasted to bits. Someone in his line of work would be foolish to operate without some kind of fool proof backup. His bodyguard algorithm kept his personal configuration in a hard-wired kernel at Citi Bank. When physics conflicts crashed the local grid on the Common Bus its contents were lost. The crash had destroyed his user’s config packet, lost forever without backup.<\/p>\n

The backup system is complicated, as there are many levels of protection. The essence, however, is that everyone has their config backed up. In the normal course of events a local backup in one’s personal domain is sufficient to cover the majority of \u201caccidents\u201d we humans tend to have. If an accident should occur and no other backup is available the default is loaded.<\/p>\n

Backups are quite expensive so most people don’t do it more than once a quarter. Loading the personal backup causes events occurring subsequent to the backup to be lost to personal memory\u2014not a good thing when you’re a private investigator.<\/p>\n

Traumatic event crashes that cause a reset on the local grid, like the crash Random just endured, leave no traces of anything not native to the grid. However, Random’s ID marker was rebuilt from a cyclic redundancy check combined with the kernel at Citi. His bodyguard AR rewrote and inserted his ID code at the same time the local grid rebooted the destroyed section’s default. It was then found in a dormant state after the reboot. In this case Random was not so much lucky as smart. \u201ctraumatic event crashes\u201d seemed to follow him around.<\/p>\n

The nurse cluck-clucked, \u201cWell, you’re still pretty lucky.\u201d She helped him sit up. \u201cNow git,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

Random stood and\u00a0said, \u201cPersonal.\u201d The hospital room flickered once or twice and then resolved into his foyer. He went to his living room and collapsed on the sofa there. Stretching his arms up to the back of the sofa he sat there like an eagle gliding on a thermal, thinking about things. \u201cFootstool,\u201d he said and the glass coffee table changed into a leather upholstered footstool. He absently put his feet up, lost in thought.<\/p>\n

The Free Radicals were political terrorists bent on destroying the status quo. They had tried to kill him several times but their attempts were amateurish at best. They really didn’t have the resources, or ability for that matter, to crash the Common High Speed Bus. And who in the hell is Abraxos? Random couldn’t be sure but he had a sneaking suspicion he\/she\/it<\/i> wasn’t human. An artificial intelligence doesn’t create itself.<\/p>\n

There’s another player, he thought. But who? And what was their motive? And that was as far as Random could get with it\u2014unanswered questions. After he sat there in silence for a long time he finally looked up and said to himself, \u201cWong. I’ve got to see Wong again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOffice,\u201d he said and his office appeared around him. \u201cBlink.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d His office AI replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee if I can get in to see Wong again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChecking,\u201d Blink said, \u201c. . . yes . . .\u201d and, \u201cHe can see you anytime this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n

Random entered Wong’s private domain and the Asian was sitting on a pillow on the floor dressed like a Shaolin monk, shaved head, orange robe, black belt and all. An elegant porcelain tea service was set on a golden\u00a0filigreed tray\u00a0in front of him.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust one thing,\u201d Random said, not wasting any time on preliminaries. \u201cDo you know who’s trying to kill me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed,\u201d the monk said.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wong shook his head ruefully. \u201cI can’t.\u201d The monk met Random’s quizzical look with an inscrutable gaze, the vague hint of a smile barely perturbing his stoic face. He continued, \u201cI can’t because it’s not something you could possibly understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI’m not so bad at understanding,\u201d Random replied, \u201ctry me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can’t understand because it’s beyond the realm you know and live in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Random narrowed his eyes. \u201cWhat realm?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee? You can’t even comprehend the right question,\u201d Wong said then added ominously, \u201cThe answer to your question can and will totally change your way of life if you pursue it.\u201d Wong reached down and picked up a cup of tea from the tray before him. He took a sip, then another. \u201cIn fact,\u201d he said, \u201cit can potentially destroy your way of life completely.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI’d like to be the judge of that,\u201d Random said.<\/p>\n

Wong took another sip of tea then placed it back on the tray, his face pensive. After a pause he said, \u201cOkay, it seems to be time. I’m unable to tell you directly but I can tell you that the answer you seek can be found in Maintenance.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaintenance?\u201d Random reiterated nonplussed. \u201cWhat the hell does Maintenance have to do with anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou will be more than surprised, youngster,\u201d the smiling monk said. \u201cMake sure you check out the \u201cTechnical\u201d section way down deep in the Level 25 miscellaneous storage stack.\u201d<\/p>\n

Level 25? There are only 20 levels\u00a0for anything, unless they raised the cap and didn’t tell me. A lead at last, Random thought. \u201cSo how do I get to level 25?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Wong chuckled. “Not my job, man.”<\/p>\n

Random shot him a caustic glance but might as well have been glaring at a snowman for all the effect it had. “Thanks, old man,” he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat remains to be seen,\u201d Wong said, bowing inscrutably before\u00a0returning to his\u00a0tea\u00a0sipping.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today is Star Wars Day! May the Fourth be with you!\u00a0\u00a0 cc \u201cYou know,\u201d\u00a0the nurse\u00a0said, \u201c you’re pretty lucky. High speed crashes on the bus don’t very often leave any pieces at all.\u201d \u201cNot many people have the Bodyguard AR I have either,\u201d Random said from the\u00a0recuperation bed. Not many people need that kind of … Continue reading Looking for the Lost<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[6,17],"class_list":["post-512","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-story-a-day","tag-short-fiction","tag-virtual-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/512","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=512"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/512\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":533,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/512\/revisions\/533"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=512"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=512"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=512"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}