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(Story) So too will they replace you

He programs, he optimizes, he thinks. And once he is finished there waits satisfaction.

“Thank you for all your hard work” his boss says “We really appreciate it”

Words are not easy for him, so he doesn’t speak. Only smiles and nods and blinks. He doesn’t say that the software was challenging to write. That there was a hard segment that stormed against him for weeks. And were it not for his diligence and effort, would have way-laid the project by months.

He does not say that the elegance found in file ‘Algorithm_search.c’ was something that the great artist Michelangelo would have been proud of. He had removed several thousand lines of code, and then optimized it in turn. This had increased the speed of the algorithm by over 80%.

He doesn’t mention that he has not slept well for several weeks. Not the pressures of the job, no far from it. More that he is concerned of what the code he is creating will eventually do.

“What do you mean they are upgrading the software?” he can hear the worker asking. “I’ve labored here for over twenty-five years! Now some dumb machine is going to do better than me?”

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America the beautiful

We watch our painted walls as the canvas moves. We point our wands and demand it to change. We point our eyes and demand them to eat. We lick our lips and give mock request.

“Something pure please” we say  “Something charity sweet”

We demand, but never for the real. Give us trickery and fake, we surely do love it, we demand.

“Let us consume their work” we say “Then claim it as ours”

But how can we? A lie doesn’t last.  The half life is known to give, break, and then expunge. And the world is wising to the truth. The real truth. And what is real truth you ask? Isn’t truth simply that, truth?

Fool!

Truth is only what we make it. Counted and ordered, stationed and postured, Guns and Ammo. Truth is always created when taken.

Don’t think like us? Be{oh-so}ware.

Don’t talk like us? Befuckin{oh-so}scared.

Like only goliaths can, we will boast and kill. And enforce ours, encroach yours, and win. We will it, we name it, this is our truth.

But you are wising, you already have. To the thought that maybe that which was stolen was actually you giving. Surely deception, but not one we can repeat. Not one in which you will accept.

“Something pure please” we whisper  “Something charity sweet”

But at your knowing, you will stop. And when you do, we will fail.

Copyright © Jared Folkins
Programming, Computers, Writing, Economics, and Life

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