10-05-2016, 05:50 AM
Looking for the right information was much slower this way. He thought about the files he was looking for and knew exactly how to write the code in his head to do it. He was formulating the algorithm in his head as he manually opened each file he thought might be the right ones.
The search he would have implemented would have opened the index of files he'd created when he'd destroyed all but this copy of his parents research. He knew it would come in handy one day - though he didn't expect to need the information contained with in. He only regretted that if all panned out the way he hoped that some other child was going to be subjected to the very same mistreatment he'd been handed.
Sage looked up at saw Sasha watching him. She smiled softly. "Not so easy being mundane is it?"
"I suppose. But that's not what's got me down."
Sasha wrapped a warm arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close to put her chin on top of his head. "I'm sorry this brings up bad memories."
Sage kissed Sasha's shoulder and pulled away. "I have to do this the slow way."
Sasha laughed. "You tagged each document and indexed it right? Do you remember those tags?"
Sage gave Sasha a look that said she knew the answer to the question. She laughed again with a great big smile. Sasha took the laptop from Sage's lap and pulled it on to hers and opened up the terminal window. "You can do what you are thinking here. You'll have to type it out correctly your stupid syntax errors won't cut it here like it will in your head cause you automatically correct without thinking about it."
"How do you know about my errors?"
Sage asked as he pulled the laptop back and started typing slowly at first, registering his fingers to his brain. He'd learned how to program on a real laptop - at the time it was the only way for Bryan to see what he was doing. They've since fixed that problem and Sage hasn't had to type in many years. But it was like riding a bike and soon Sage was tapping away at the keyboard albeit much slower than he'd have liked.
Sage found the files he was looking for and he pulled up the one with a cybernetisist that is parents had worked with. He was ironically based in Moscow. Sasha handed him her wallet and Sage sighed as he took it and dialed the number in his file.
The other side rang three times before a tired voice answered. Oops time zones, Sage thought to himself. "Dr. Marcil, I'm sorry to bother you at such an early hour, but I have an offer I don't think you want to wait on."
Sage pulled the wallet away from his ear as the man gave him an earful about the hour and offers that can wait until the morning. When he stopped yelling Sage put the wallet back to his ear. "I understand your dismay sir, but my name is Sage Parker...."
Sage hadn't even finished saying his name before the man sounded wide awake and was apologizing profusely for his behavior, but it was 3 am.
Sage grinned at Sasha this was going to work out...
Edited by Sage, Oct 5 2016, 05:51 AM.
The search he would have implemented would have opened the index of files he'd created when he'd destroyed all but this copy of his parents research. He knew it would come in handy one day - though he didn't expect to need the information contained with in. He only regretted that if all panned out the way he hoped that some other child was going to be subjected to the very same mistreatment he'd been handed.
Sage looked up at saw Sasha watching him. She smiled softly. "Not so easy being mundane is it?"
"I suppose. But that's not what's got me down."
Sasha wrapped a warm arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close to put her chin on top of his head. "I'm sorry this brings up bad memories."
Sage kissed Sasha's shoulder and pulled away. "I have to do this the slow way."
Sasha laughed. "You tagged each document and indexed it right? Do you remember those tags?"
Sage gave Sasha a look that said she knew the answer to the question. She laughed again with a great big smile. Sasha took the laptop from Sage's lap and pulled it on to hers and opened up the terminal window. "You can do what you are thinking here. You'll have to type it out correctly your stupid syntax errors won't cut it here like it will in your head cause you automatically correct without thinking about it."
"How do you know about my errors?"
Sage asked as he pulled the laptop back and started typing slowly at first, registering his fingers to his brain. He'd learned how to program on a real laptop - at the time it was the only way for Bryan to see what he was doing. They've since fixed that problem and Sage hasn't had to type in many years. But it was like riding a bike and soon Sage was tapping away at the keyboard albeit much slower than he'd have liked.
Sage found the files he was looking for and he pulled up the one with a cybernetisist that is parents had worked with. He was ironically based in Moscow. Sasha handed him her wallet and Sage sighed as he took it and dialed the number in his file.
The other side rang three times before a tired voice answered. Oops time zones, Sage thought to himself. "Dr. Marcil, I'm sorry to bother you at such an early hour, but I have an offer I don't think you want to wait on."
Sage pulled the wallet away from his ear as the man gave him an earful about the hour and offers that can wait until the morning. When he stopped yelling Sage put the wallet back to his ear. "I understand your dismay sir, but my name is Sage Parker...."
Sage hadn't even finished saying his name before the man sounded wide awake and was apologizing profusely for his behavior, but it was 3 am.
Sage grinned at Sasha this was going to work out...
Edited by Sage, Oct 5 2016, 05:51 AM.
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