“Respect people's privacy.”
Santa Claus* #quote
If you crossed a demon and an angel would get a demgel? Or would you
get a human being? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
On Memory
Vanessa Ingot didn't have a very good memory so she wrote everything
down. This memory problem plagued her from birth, and although not
chronic to the point of having to be hospitalized she kept notebook
after notebook of everything that happened from day to day to keep
everything straight. Things could get boggled very easily for her.
She could type very quickly but doctors told her that writing it by
hand helped reinforce memories.
After graduating college she managed to land a job as a programmer.
Throughout life her personal documenting system allowed her to work
with the complex systems between other programmers and software. She
also was able to move through the documents on the computer quite
quickly. Still her condition held her back and the talents didn't
make her quite extraordinary, it merely brought her up back to normal
skill to upper level skill. Vanessa, with ratty black hair and poor
fashion sense, still didn't stand out.
Then an apocalypse of sorts hit the software company she worked for.
Another corporation was the suspect, but someone sabotaged their
servers with all the data on them. Everything dead. Someone broke in
and fried each of the machines with powerful surges of electricity. A
strange, but definitely professional job.
The company felt like it would collapse, kept it under the lid so
that their stocks wouldn't plummet. But rumors circled around the
offices. At this moment Vanessa stood out by presenting her notes to
the heads the of the company. They then promoted her to a record
keeping position that they invented out of caution for any future
attacks.
Y'know, more and more places are eliminating paper records. Should
we wonder if there are enough Vanessas to save us when the time
comes?
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