The Controlroom

This is an extensive terminal room, filled with humming equipment and bright computer displays. The walls are lined with monitors. Most show scenic views, of windswept seas and cascading waterfalls, but some show familiar places: Lobby 7, the Infinite Corridor, the gigantic nightlight.

"I may be crazy," says the hacker, "but I was crazy before. What was I thinking when I majored in physics, computer science, and math? What was the point? I studied my brains out, and for what? A stupid job writing stupid software at a stupid company! Can't you see what a waste of time that is? Who cares about multi-platform integrated graphical spreadsheets? Why do that, when I can be here, doing neat stuff, discovering neat places?" He snorts. "I'm doing everyone at all the colleges and universities a favor, by sparing them the meaningless existence of a post-technical-degree life."

"Yeah!" agrees the cube.

The president says nothing.

Now they're all looking at you predatory eyes (even the cube, which has none), waiting for you to make a false move.


Wait in silence. But glare.

Go mad and start destroying equipment.

Go mad and start attacking the president and the hacker, and especially the cube.


Exit back to my homepage.