Chapter 2— Rowhammer lashes
Maya’s take on Dr Gumfit
“They don’t remember it. Kind of sad people get so little access to virtulettes”.
She feels a moment of privileged pride.
Maya has access to the World history, verified and unrectified version. Commit hash ce94b58755cd4a7503c2e2bd8152e4a4dba2fb19. She learned that this particular commit joined the final, undisputed result of a long chain of merge conflicts.
It’s said to be the most accurate and unbiased raw World history.
“They don’t remember the movie Silence of the Lambs. What a pity.” The word Lecter fell to deaf ears last time she was quoted in an aftermath of a news leak.
Gumfit.
“He must have had a seizure endulging in the self-congratulatory musings on the clever nickname. Idiot” Maya thought.
What a name. But still, he is out there, somewhere. And he’s something that should be kept away from humanity for as long as the Under God knows what disguise this time.
Maya looks at a clock opposite the street, it’s probably a real clock. The city is bustling with investments, and things change fast. Might be holo aswell. 07:58AM.
At office soon. She takes a taxi to the business complex, Harbor Fonystill Studios Westside. That’s a minute, max.
