Three of the server, not including admin.

The importance of stupid questions. Accurate banging on the head. trolley. horses. Work for venture capital investors. Relative Kevorkian. Headhunters. young people. dynasty. Offer - Letteri. Rammstein. Vader. bicycle trainers. green IT. About comments. Meeting of the standing. familiar. By the testers.


Previous chapter:.
Chapter 1. Server.
Chapter 2. Admin.
Chapter 3. Running on the Spot.
Chapter 4. Pornonet.
Chapter 5. Blue threat.
Chapter 6. plot.

Striped blue and surrounded us, it was useless to flee. However, we did not try so strongly acted intoxicated. I noted the edge of consciousness that somehow strong and well vodka to beer attach, long time since I do not astounded, frankly.
Looking around ( with a kindly smile, as I assume now ), I asked the major for me, but probably a very stupid question to others:.
- You do not kill us?.
- Well, you - smiling chef. - Of course not. Do you have a few more chapters in the reserve.

Then, as they say in bad novels, I was plunged into darkness. Usually, this means that on the head with something hard, but gently ( so as not to fatally damage the gray cells, or will not continue ) hit.

I woke up from a soft swinging. Opening his eyes, I found that sitting in a sort of open carriage stroller. My hands were handcuffed to a handrail, marching across the trolley. Nearby sat on a bench Cyril and Sergei, and Michael, also chained, but, apparently, still sedated, was chained to a handrail in front. On the other hand also sat Chef ( the EU, but he had no handcuffs). We went inside of a building for a very long and wide, 8 feet probably, the corridor.

In principle, after all that has happened before, it was possible to expect the worst waking.
But then my attention was attracted by propulsor cart. Instead of horses, or ponies, dogs, or well, or an electric motor, in the end, were harnessed to a cart 3 people. They were dressed in a (very decent at first glance) in striped suits and pulling a cart for lifting, stretching from the jacket. It was evident that they are a little tired, but still ran smoothly without knocking step.
I felt that the continuing obsession with existential.
Noticing that I look at people harnessed, chief asked:.
- A good horse, eh?.
- Hmmm. And who is this? .
- This is a venture capital investors to the backend MySQL, - said the Chief. - Now we are working now.
I sighed, mentally calculated the natural logarithm of the eighteenth degree and tried to concentrate. My head was cloudy in the field of view is constantly loomed a reflection of - it happens when behold the monitor is too bright.

- Well, since all woke up, I'll tell you what 's going on here - chief rubbed his nose and continued, - To start seeming. My name is Herbert Kevorkian, I'm the head of the personnel department of the field north-west branch of the Company.
- Division of Personnel? . - Rather You look like a chief of the calculations. and the final.
Cyril, as I noted, too, had a pretty kind of nailed. Apparently, he also gave to the head.
Then I got accustomed to the large black icon on the chest Kevorkian, which adorned the letters H and R, adorned with skull and crossbones. So, here's an example of someone taking our personnel officers, especially those of them who calls himself a headhunter.

- Employment of personnel officers uneasy - without smiling Kevorkian said. - Good candidates are hard to find, you know, the market is overheated, salary expectations are too high, loyalty is virtually absent. One has to resort to non-trivial steps.

We sat in silence, remembering the recent non-trivial steps of Mr. Kevorkian and his subordinates. No, of course, good IT shnik deystitelno hard to find, all suffer from it, because young people want to just pull grandmother and did not heed wisdom of elders. Will freymovorkov couple, a few examples of the steps will be, and forward to the interview on the lead programmer. And you ask, than the formal parameter is different from the actual, can not say, not to mention the principle of pointers. But why destroy our server, and hit on the head with the candidates?.

But Herbert is still someone I vaguely resembled.

- Excuse me, but Jack Kevorkian have a relative? .
- This is my uncle, - nodded Herbert. - He worked in the subdivision of layoffs, well, I have added a. However, as you know, from our company no one goes, but the dynasty is particularly encouraged. Now, however, he had already retired.

Herbert went on:.
- But we digress from the topic. On behalf of the Company is authorized to, I invite you to work. Please read the preliminary offer c - Letteri.

With these words he gave us three leaves, filled with small slim type.
We looked at each other - a situation once again took on an unexpected turn.

- Do you offer us to work on Aybiem? . - But in what capacity? .

- On the question of 'why' is easy to answer - said Kevorkian - We follow the non-trivial human. Someone trying to attract to their side, someone - to send on the other side. You do decide to check out - even though he did not single out the word ' yet ', but it was impossible to miss.
- And here's how you use it, it is certainly not an easy question - Kevorkian went on, - But we will solve it soon. right now. I drove you to the production shops of the Company and will try to show what we do. Then we sit down together and try to determine the best position for each of you. First we visit the shop coding.

The trolley rolled up to the big metal double door and stopped. Herbert jumped off the truck and opened the door wide open. Rolled out a powerful shaft of heavy music ( in my opinion, it was. 'Sonne. ' Rammstein ) -' ayn, zwei, drei, su kam dir Sonne! '. Herbert pulled the door because of the thick chain and docked it to the guard rail, to which we were riveted, and opened the lock, blocking one of the handles of the handrail.

- Get out - he ordered - Offer Letteri, you can read later.
We got out, slipping the handcuffs to the chain and proceeded in single file along the chain into the room, called the shop coding. Misha was sedated and remained in the cart.

The shop turned out to encode a large room filled with bright light. The walls stretched metal structures up and down the left column, entangled in power lines, the floor consisted of a common metal gratings.
This is all very reminiscent of a hangar from the television show Battlestar Galactica, and in general of such cosmic sagas. However, no spaceships, no saylonok cute to be seen.

In the middle of the room arranged rows of seats, equipped with some kind of hideous devices, with multiple cables sticking out, deep into the seats were people. It was evident that the head of each was a white plastic helmet, and on his hands - the white plastic gloves, and they are constantly stirred, and leading hands in the air.

Above the rows of chairs hung from the metal bridge railing, on which stood a figure, dressed all in black - a black cloak and a hefty black helmet.

When this figure is turned around, I once again felt that break away from reality. Glotnuv air a couple of times, I managed to say:.
- Peel. Darth Vader is, or what?.
- No, this is Kent Beck - Herbert.
It took a couple of seconds before I remembered who the Kent Beck:.
- It's that writer?.
- Yes, the same guru IksPi. This shop is just being developed and tested to the latest techniques of Extreme Programming.
- And why is it so. wearing?.
- Well, he likes Star Wars, - shrugged our escort. - In the end, we do not prevent the individual self-expression and self-determination.

Once again, I looked around and tried to take a fresh look at the situation. It looks like helmets on the heads of the programmers were a virtual reality devices. Well that is very advanced interface, terribly expensive, by the way. Chairs with numerous options and built-in massage. Not a bad job, in general,.
Then I remembered that the canons of XP (eXtreme Programming) is assumed to work in pairs and asked:.
- If it's programmers, why do they sit on one? .
- And there they - and Herbert has shown down through the grate.

I looked and saw beneath the grate a lot of people sitting on a sort of bicycle simulators, which are heavily pedaled.
- They twist generators and produce electricity for his teammates - said Herbert.
- And why. that is, why? .

- This is an important step in saving our planet. Green IT - said Herbert, - As you probably know, our company has launched a program of environmental improvement of information technology. Therefore, we voluntarily give up the supply of servers and workstations with electricity, which is not obtained from organic sources.

- Strong - commented Sergey. - And the lighting and everything else in this way is supplied with electricity?.
- Of course not - surprise, Herbert. - Are we to look like idiots?.

We looked at each other again. In principle, from the perspective of an ordinary office worker, all IT shnik like idiots. This constant desire to redo everything and rewrite, some nonsense about the optimization of business processes. Perhaps here, at IBM, in the center of the world of IT, there is something that we do not know, and that fully explains what is happening around us? .

On a chair in one of the programmers suddenly lit up the red light. Moved from above huge mechanical arm and pulled programmers from the chair. He screamed, fluttering and jerking his arms and legs, but the arm mercilessly dragged him away up, and shouts died away. The other programmers do not even turned.

- This is the violator of team spirit, - said Kevorkian - The third time, broke the format of the comments now, most likely, is designed to lobotomy klizmennuyu.

I guess my eyes got a diameter of tea saucers. Frankly, I never liked people who do not bother writing a proper comment, but so so so so.

- It's okay - I was reassured Kevorkian - We value our staff, no one really critical not suffer. In the end, we have good doctors. And a prestigious cemetery.

At this point, a powerful long-drawn whistle. Soundtrack from Rammstein immediately stopped and began to hear a variety of operating noise. Programmers in their seats and their companions from the bottom moved, the top began to get out of the seat and the bottom - from the saddles bicycle generators. Kent Beck, snoring well, just as the very image of Darth Vader, was the droning voice to give some teams.

- So, let's go away soon - our escort worried - will now be standing meeting, we should get out of here, and then trampled.

We were, ringing chain, wade to the output.

I noticed one of the programmers who got out of the nearest chair and took off his helmet, his face seemed familiar to me:.
- Ruslan?.
He looked at me and now I'm sure he knew we had once worked in a rather gloomy town. He also recognized me and started it up to me, then Kent Beck growled something in his pipe and talking shop Ruslan returned to service.
- Familiar? - Asked Herbert.
- Yes, - I said - but he did not seem to work at IBM.
- All work for IBM, - didactic said Kevorkian - Just a few do not know about.
We left the shop coding, Kevorkian pushed us back into the truck, unhooked the chain, and the doors slammed shut.
- Now - to the testers - announced he smacked his lips at the investors ' But, stray! .
We looked at each other puzzled, because investors have been on the pants, but investors seem to have understood, and briskly Kevorkian took place with the.

End of Chapter 7.
Continued here.