Cyberpunk

the racks, he never felt like it was the first days of a better nation, but he never felt like it was the last days of one, either.
    > gotobed, felix
    > soon, kong, soon—almost got this backup running
    > youre a junkie, dude.
    > look whos talking.
    He reloaded the Google homepage. Queen Kong had had it online for a couple years now. The Os in Google changed all the time, whenever she got the urge. Today they were little cartoon globes, one smiling the other frowning.
    He looked at it for a long time and propped back into a terminal to check his backup. It was running clean, for a change. The little government’s records were safe.
    > okay night night
    > take care
    Van waved at him as he creaked to the door, stretching out his back with a long series of pops.
    “Sleep well, boss,” he said.
    “Don’t stick around here all night again,” Felix said. “You need your sleep, too.”
    “You’re too good to us grunts,” Van said, and went back to typing.
    Felix went to the door and walked out into the night. Behind him, the biodiesel generator hummed and made its acrid fumes. The harvest moon was up, which he loved. Tomorrow, he’d go back and fix another computer and fight off entropy again. And why not?
    It was what he did. He was a sysadmin.