for so it was, the loss of my final refuge to the relentless, steam powered claw, of an evolutionary backwards IT policy tightening its grip about the throat of the 21st century.
It was Thursday. So I was in Iide, tucked away in the hills, a mere note on a sign to most, as they whizz through on their journey to far off lands, in Oguni or Niigata.
Kyoto-sensei took me aside to the meeting room this morning for a chat. I almost defecated myself, such was my sureness that my lax time keeping would finally be punished.
Alas, it was not to be. Instead, with an almost apologetic tone, Kyoto-sensei informed me of a much more illogical command from on high was passed down, echoing an earlier crushing defeat for 21st century progress and sense at Nagai Koko.
Yes, the network was to be purified. This purge, this Inquisition of all free thinking and unique computers, is being overseen by the Inquisitor, whose mysterious background and persona we have no idea about, sealed away as he is from the rest of the world, communicating only in increasingly arcance edicts that aim to prune back our 21st century excess and free spirited communicating.
Even now, he looks at a map of his feidom, eyeing up pockets of 21st century abandon and enjoyment. Biding his time until they too fall under the might of the hanko'd law. He's twisted the King's ear. And when his plan has covered the whole ken he will dispose of this pawn and take up total control for himself. For the purified network is only the beginning. A stepping stone, a footnote, to his grander plan to instill in everyone his ravaging strive for social purity through self inflicted frustration, confusion and hardship.
Truly, a prefecture, maybe even a world, that we must all fight in whatever way we can.
I cannot connect my laptop to the Sacred Network of the Cleansed. Not that i'd want to. The nourishing thought of belonging to a common good, under the watchful eye of the Inquisitor, has instilled... unclean practices in these faithful. Just as we watch the devastating effect of false information spread by churches, imams and synagogues in the real world, we watch as computers abandon common sense anti virus because the Network will protect them. A noisesome fact made more shocking by the deafening silence of opposition.
Moreover, a new practice has come to my attention. As the faithful grow in number, the Inquisitor tries new ways to expand his power. Gone are the heady days of USB memory sticks. Accused of carrying sickness and disease whereever they go, there is a witchhunt for them. My networkless computer sits with worksheets ready to be printed. A single computer is ready for my use, but alas, I cannot copy my scrolls of English guidance to them via my own memory stick.
No my brothers and sisters of the Resistance. I must go to Kyoto-sensei, persuade him of my need for the magic of mobile storage, receive unto my care a sacrd Encrypted memory stick, and copy my scrolls of English onto it. On the sole computer set aside for my networked benefit, I can load it there and then go about my business.
If only words escaped me as to this.... unevolved state of affairs. As it is, I find comfort in the words of many fellow free spirited thinkers and computer lovers of the 21st century when I ponder these Dark Times:
"What the fuck?!"
