Raymond Stantz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gone_byebye) wrote2006-06-27 03:00 pm
gone_byebye) wrote2006-06-27 03:00 pm
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
14 North Moore Street
Early Morning
Ray wasn't much of a computer person, really. Not that he couldn't use the things, but after the Federation holocomp, even the rigs they had running around the Firehouse seemed a little sad by comparison. Besides, Egon had tweaked most of the machines to the point where Torvalds himself wouldn't recognize the operating systems involved any more. Winston had had to get him in a headlock (Ray had never seen how) to get him to leave one un-altered machine running Windows just so he could get his World of Warcraft fix. Still, sometimes- rarely- Ray checked his email before breakfast. Especially the day after his nephews had visited, since Alex occasionally sneaked off a message before being packed off on the schoolbus.
There were no messages from Alex this morning. There was, however, something else. Something with the biggest attached file Ray had ever seen get past the anti-virus and anti-spam screening. Normally he didn't open messages with blank subject lines, but the fact that the a-v software hadn't gone bugnuts. . . well, it had him curious, so he popped it open.
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From: "Eddie" <no_prisoner@nowhere.none>
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Ray-
This is Eddie. Got a problem I think you can help with.
He read through the rest of the message, puzzled expression shifting to fascinated and then to grimly determined.
"Okay," shouted Janine, "I've fed this thing a ream and a half of paper and I think it's finally finished. Either that or you killed it, Egon-"
"That's not Egon's printout," came Ray's voice from up above. "It's mine."
Janine sighed and shook her head; one screeTHUNK! later Ray trotted over to the overheated, overworked printer. "Sorry about that," he offered. "But this wasn't gonna work out at all on the green and white stuff the big Okidata uses."
"What the heck is it, anyway? It looks like the plans for the containment unit."
"It's not," Ray said. "It's some reading I have to do, and fast."
"You're going to Milliways before breakfast again, aren't you."
"Yeah," Ray said. "I'll be back, though."
"Normal people manage to deal with only having twenty-four hours in a day, you know," Janine pointed out.
Ray flashed her a smile, his hand on the knob to the side door. "Oh, come on. Since when do I qualify as normal?"
14 North Moore Street
Early Morning
Ray wasn't much of a computer person, really. Not that he couldn't use the things, but after the Federation holocomp, even the rigs they had running around the Firehouse seemed a little sad by comparison. Besides, Egon had tweaked most of the machines to the point where Torvalds himself wouldn't recognize the operating systems involved any more. Winston had had to get him in a headlock (Ray had never seen how) to get him to leave one un-altered machine running Windows just so he could get his World of Warcraft fix. Still, sometimes- rarely- Ray checked his email before breakfast. Especially the day after his nephews had visited, since Alex occasionally sneaked off a message before being packed off on the schoolbus.
There were no messages from Alex this morning. There was, however, something else. Something with the biggest attached file Ray had ever seen get past the anti-virus and anti-spam screening. Normally he didn't open messages with blank subject lines, but the fact that the a-v software hadn't gone bugnuts. . . well, it had him curious, so he popped it open.
Return-Path: <khnbgjezyxl@demon.opendemocracy.net>
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Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2006 13:12:54 -0330
From: "Eddie" <no_prisoner@nowhere.none>
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Subject:
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Ray-
This is Eddie. Got a problem I think you can help with.
He read through the rest of the message, puzzled expression shifting to fascinated and then to grimly determined.
"Okay," shouted Janine, "I've fed this thing a ream and a half of paper and I think it's finally finished. Either that or you killed it, Egon-"
"That's not Egon's printout," came Ray's voice from up above. "It's mine."
Janine sighed and shook her head; one screeTHUNK! later Ray trotted over to the overheated, overworked printer. "Sorry about that," he offered. "But this wasn't gonna work out at all on the green and white stuff the big Okidata uses."
"What the heck is it, anyway? It looks like the plans for the containment unit."
"It's not," Ray said. "It's some reading I have to do, and fast."
"You're going to Milliways before breakfast again, aren't you."
"Yeah," Ray said. "I'll be back, though."
"Normal people manage to deal with only having twenty-four hours in a day, you know," Janine pointed out.
Ray flashed her a smile, his hand on the knob to the side door. "Oh, come on. Since when do I qualify as normal?"