There is not much to say at that point in the project when expectations are tempered with reality and a scapegoeat is sought. Marketing will blame Engineering, Engineering will blame Software, Software will blame Sales. It is then that a Diagnostic Manager is recruited to provide top management with an animal to lay hands upon.
“Welcome to Erratic Computers, may I help you?”
“I’m here to see Mike Droop.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. ‘Duke’.”
“You may have a chair. It will only be a minute.”
It was early in the morning when Sven Svensen entered the Sistine Chapel to clean the floor. After a few minutes of mopping, Sven stared at the ceiling and admired the 500-year-old works of Michelangelo depicting many scenes from the Bible.
They said that the town was named after a bull — probably a bull buffalo that roamed the English River valley many moons before the white man arrived. Then came the age of the iron horse and, because of its location near the river, the tracks were laid and Kalona became a prosperous stop on the network of the steel and steam that stretched across the Midwest and helped to make it the bread basket of the world.
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.