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sixextraseconds2014-03-15 11:40 am
Entry tags:
RTFM
Who: ATLAS, library visitors
What: Books
When: Library hours Mon-Fri
Where: L i b r a r y
Warnings: Organizational duress
Blue did not mind shelving. The bossy voice had said it was important testing, so of course it was happy to complete the work. It did not mind dull, or even pointless, so long as someone claimed the work contributed to science. Shelving books involved numbers, and even decimal points, so there was probably science involved somewhere.
Only one problem had started to rise: repetition. By now, Blue had figured out that this test ran in a cycle. Books were shelved. Books were removed from shelves. Books were returned, to be shelved. Nothing was being done. Nothing was getting accomplished. This seemed like a very, very bad test, with unclear parameters, and hardly any risk of death, aside from when it made a precarious climb to the higher shelves.
Without having thought to read any of the tomes it arranged, Blue did not have a word for this current mode of processing: boredom. It was very bored, and impatient, and grumpy.
It had resorted to giving warning beeps at anyone it caught incorrectly placing a tome, or moodily kicking a shelf if it thought no one was around to see. Though, then that lead to half the books falling off and making a huge noisy mess. Good, more testing, that's great.
What: Books
When: Library hours Mon-Fri
Where: L i b r a r y
Warnings: Organizational duress
Blue did not mind shelving. The bossy voice had said it was important testing, so of course it was happy to complete the work. It did not mind dull, or even pointless, so long as someone claimed the work contributed to science. Shelving books involved numbers, and even decimal points, so there was probably science involved somewhere.
Only one problem had started to rise: repetition. By now, Blue had figured out that this test ran in a cycle. Books were shelved. Books were removed from shelves. Books were returned, to be shelved. Nothing was being done. Nothing was getting accomplished. This seemed like a very, very bad test, with unclear parameters, and hardly any risk of death, aside from when it made a precarious climb to the higher shelves.
Without having thought to read any of the tomes it arranged, Blue did not have a word for this current mode of processing: boredom. It was very bored, and impatient, and grumpy.
It had resorted to giving warning beeps at anyone it caught incorrectly placing a tome, or moodily kicking a shelf if it thought no one was around to see. Though, then that lead to half the books falling off and making a huge noisy mess. Good, more testing, that's great.
