“We simply aren’t going to spend that kind of money on an employee ventilation request. The option on the building lease comes up soon, and we could be moving to Houston sooner than some think. Our budget certainly doesn’t have allocations for those expenditures”, retorted Dan Dollars, Vice President of Finance.
At a desk in the Kremlin in Moscow in the Soviet Union on planet Earth revolving around the Sun in the Milky Way galaxy of the Andromeda local cluster within the Kanobi super-cluster of the Universe in the mind of God there sat a computer scientist cursing her terminal. True, she was connected to the largest network in Russia, but she knew that at this moment somewhere in the United States there were thousands of programmers using machines light-years beyond the capabilities of even the best that her government could offer. There had to be a better way. And, since she, Pushka Buttonov, was Commissar of Technological Assessment and Procurement, it was her task to find it. The Premier was counting on her.
… and all through the Norpolcorp corporate conference room all eyes were fixed on the speaker making her presentation.
“The Robotto Papers” and “The Terracorp Chronicles” are metaphorical chronicles of the final two years before the demise of the Milpitas based Synapse Computer Corporation. Both are a bit silly, but they preserve a piece of Silicon Valley history nonetheless.
The steady beat of large drums could be heard in the distance, drawing closer, meting out their hypnotic rhythm. They drew closer still and took on the attributes of an Iron Butterfly drummer’s solo – drumsticks flying, battering, rolling, and shattering all ears focused on the sounds. The booming continued for several minutes more then began to subside. Slower and slower went the beat until it ended with a final cymbal crash. Then there was only the darkness and silence.
I needed the class to stay on top, to stay competitive in the career marketplace. I drove around and around and around the campus, trying to find somewhere to park. After at least 30 laps, I found one five blocks away, behind an old Renault Dophine. On the car was a bumper sticker: 666 – OUR PLAN. “Good grief,” I thought as I got out of the car and lumbered down the street toward the administration building to pick up a schedule of classes and registration form. Signs directed me to a waiting room filled with students waiting to pick up schedules of classes and registration forms.
“In the audience tuhnight is Wendy Richter, Winner of the All Girls World Champeenship Muuhhhd Wrestlin’ Tournanment. And, after the national anthem, it’ll be time for Big Foot to come on out to the center track hyar at the Cow Palace to crunch some cars…”