BIT-STRING ENTRY #1
As a Custodian charged with identifying and tracking all the PCH traffic around here (Potentially Conscious Humans) it’s important to have in your possession the keys to the kingdom — which in my case amounts to a mop and bucket. Access to the inner sanctums of files and data is easy enough, everyone eager to give way to that nameless, wretched employee tasked with cleaning up the foul remnants of their workday.
Creating a fecal conundrum in The Central Registrar Offices main restroom was the first order of business — plug a few toilets and watch the rancid overflow send the Data Drones and Bean Counters scurrying off into the night. Now that I’ve sealed off the entire department floor for “Emergency Maintenance,” I have full access to the University’s central database which contains every student transcript and profile, every teacher and staff employee bio, every academic program and class schedule, plus disciplinary and performance reviews, not to mention the fiscal accounts for tuition & fees, corporate grants, and financial aid programs. However, I’m not here to delve into that endless data cluster fuck…
I’m here to redirect the human conundrum that is JEREMIAH.
A little background on our subject: Jeremiah’s a sophomore, lives on campus and is currently a Biology Major still working to pass his Parental-Approved load of general requirements with the aim (their aim) of entering med school at the end of the undergraduate rainbow.
However, with a few keystrokes and a bit of manipulation of the curriculum algorithm I’ve been able short-circuit his class schedule for the coming semester without setting off any bureaucratic alarm bells. Jeremiah will awaken tomorrow to find that his pre-registered class schedule has been totally vaporized within some explainable cyber void. He will then be notified that his requested classes are already full and that he’s at the ass-end of the wait list. The only classes he’ll find still available will be those that force him to take a delicious detour off his carefully structured Pre-Med career path — a path that is at the root of his wholesale disenchantment.
I’m hopefull that these new classes will awaken his buried passions, his innate curiosity and artistic potential. And I hope that they’ll fuel at least a simmering rebellion, one that will offset his malaise and suicidal tendencies.
The power of suggestion:
"Sometimes it works best among the lame, the listless, and the lost."