“Hey there, kiddo. You doing all right?”
The boy nodded, not looking up from his laptop, then realized it might be politic to look up and smile and speak and be polite. So he did those things, too.
“Okay, then. You take care. Go on over to the information desk if you need anything.”
He said thank you, politely, and turned back to what he’d been doing. As the cop and his partner walked along their beat, he caught snatches of their conversation snowed in with all the and worked a summer job to and going to be a. They had all been nice to him so far, and he’d been nice to them of course, but he’d been here two days already. Long enough to see how they treated the people who came into the baggage claim at night to try to get out of the cold. They hadn’t been bothering anyone.
Two in the morning. He might actually be able to finish his trip west today, but the gate wouldn’t open for another six hours, and there’d be no one to ask about the weather until then, so he had lots of time to kill yet.
02:17 [theLiz0717] Hello? 02:18 [theLiz0717] Hey, are you there? 02:19 [theLiz0717] Is everything ok?
He thought about unplugging the phone line. The conversation was a distraction, but Liz might end up just calling instead, and he didn’t have many minutes left this month, and he needed to save the ones he did, and the phone needed charging anyway, and he’d have to unplug the laptop, whose battery had never been very good.
02:20 [greasy7] yeah, some cops came by 02:20 [greasy7] didnt want to be rude 02:20 [theLiz0717] Oh, okay. 02:21 [theLiz0717] I probably shouldn't worry. 02:21 [greasy7] no its fine, i understand
Now, it was…
pack_sockaddr_in in the
bind call? He flipped back and forth a few pages in the book his mom had sent him for his birthday, but he’d lost his place. He set about finding it again.
02:23 [theLiz0717] Have you heard anything new about the weather? 02:24 [greasy7] well the snow stopped earlier, so that's good 02:24 [greasy7] theyre trying to clear a runway now i think, heard some people talking
pack_sockaddr_in and…port, then hostname…does an IP address work there? He’d never written socket code before. Guess I’ll try it and see what happens…
02:25 [theLiz0717] Well, good! I can't wait till you get here. 02:26 [theLiz0717] I shouldn't be mad about the weather, but I am anyway. 02:26 [theLiz0717] It's keeping you away from me. 02:27 [theLiz0717] Tell them to work faster! :-)
Oh, that does work! And then I just…
listen, right? It took him a couple of tries to type out the next line of code, then run the script.
greasy7@strider code $ perl servertest.pl Tue Jan 2 02:28:19 2001 Server started on port 3019
He smiled at the laptop, much more genuinely than he had at the cops. It worked!
02:29 [greasy7] it works! 02:29 [greasy7] i got my server working 02:31 [theLiz0717] What? 02:32 [greasy7] the server ive been writing to pass the time 02:32 [greasy7] it works!!!! 02:32 [greasy7] Tue Jan 2 02:28:19 2001 Server started on port 3019
The client script was a mess, he knew. He’d started it first, thinking that made more sense, but he couldn’t test anything without a server, and it was hard to get on the Internet in the daytime since lots of people wanted the phone lines for work. So he decided to write his own, and now that it was working, he could
02:35 [theLiz0717] I miss you. 02:35 [theLiz0717] I've been checking the news all night, ever since I got home from work, trying to see how soon you might be able to be here. 02:36 [theLiz0717] Worrying about you, all by yourself. 02:37 [theLiz0717] And thinking about at the hotel when I
He blushed, remembering. He wouldn’t have expected to - but it had all been such a whirlwind. The convention had been in town and he’d decided on a whim to go. He hadn’t really known anyone and wasn’t having a very good time, but then Liz had kind of swept him up into her orbit, and a few months later here he was.
02:39 [greasy7] i'm fine. really! 02:39 [greasy7] you dont need to worry, this isn't bad, just
Was it annoying, though? He thought again about unplugging the phone line. Sure, it wasn’t great. He didn’t want to try sleeping in the little cramped room full of cots they’d set up. Better to crash in the daytime, under a row of terminal seats or somewhere else with lots of people around. But he hadn’t run out of anything, and by now the security guys just waved him past when they saw him going out for a smoke. A bath would be nice, he thought, scratching irritably at his scalp. And a bed. And sleeping more than two hours at a time. But other than that?
02:42 [theLiz0717] You must be lonely. 02:42 [greasy7] no not really, it's actually pretty fun 02:43 [greasy7] sleep deprived but that kinda makes it better really
He minimized the chat window and went back to the book. Page…349, yeah, let’s see. You still need a socket, but… It made a lot more sense now that he’d already written the other side. Oh, okay, so you read from the server with
<SOCK>, and… It took him a few minutes to notice the chat window blinking in the taskbar.
02:44 [theLiz0717] Well, I just hope you're really okay. 02:45 [theLiz0717] I'm not upset or anything. I just want to make sure you're all right. I keep thinking it must be scary being on your own in a strange city, and how much I wouldn't want to feel like I was alone there. 02:45 [theLiz0717] And it's like you're almost TRYING to push me away right now. 02:47 [theLiz0717] It's just how my mind works, I guess. 02:48 [theLiz0717] I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. 02:49 [theLiz0717] Hello?
He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, wondering what he should say. He tried to go back to writing code, but the fun seemed to have gone out of it.
getservbyname does…what, again? It’d be in the index -
02:51 [theLiz0717] Are you there? 02:52 [theLiz0717] Can you get on the MUCK? I want to scene. 02:52 [theLiz0717] (Not with your new vixen character, please.)
He closed the book, and pushed it aside, and stared through the table. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but it felt like his whole brain was…was itching, all of a sudden. He didn’t like the feeling. Focusing again on the laptop screen he noticed that when he looked at the chat window the itchy feeling got worse. He went to minimize it again, but
02:54 [greasy7] no. 02:54 [greasy7] what kind of privacy do you think i have right now 02:55 [greasy7] im in an airport terminal, there's people all around 02:55 [greasy7] and anyway 02:55 [greasy7] i am FINE right now 02:55 [greasy7] i dont need you worrying over me like this 02:56 [greasy7] i dont need you tryng to make mae feeel bad abotu any of this 02:56 [greasy7] maybe i AM truing to push you away 02:56 [greasy7] because maybe yu're making me wan tto 02:57 [greasy7] can you please just STOP 02:57 [greasy7] i havent had but about three hours of slepe in the last DAY 02:57 [greasy7] and you want met od eal with all of THIS on top of that 02:58 [greasy7] and ALSO scene with you 02:58 [greasy7] i know yuo wnated me to be there by now 02:59 [greasy7] and im not 02:59 [greasy7] AND THATS NOT MY FAULT
Where had that come from? He wiped angrily at his eyes. Had she said it was his fault? He scrolled the chat back, then forward again.
03:01 [theLiz0717] I never said it was your fault
So why did he feel like she had? Why did the itching in his brain feel even worse when he thought about it?
03:03 [theLiz0717] You're tired and you're not making sense, but you don't have to be mean. 03:05 [theLiz0717] Remember why you decided to come stay with me?
He found himself wondering why he had done that. She’d said…and he was pretty bored, there didn’t seem much to do after high school, and it was hard to find a job…she’d offered to let him stay with her, and…but had he actually—? He was tired, and not thinking all that clearly. Maybe she was right. He started typing into the chat window
03:05 [theLiz0717] We'll talk about this when you get here. 03:06 [theLiz0717] You'll apologize for all this and we'll talk about it more after.
and stopped again. He slammed the laptop shut hard enough to startle the man in the rumpled suit who’d dozed off at the next table. He unplugged the phone line, too, just for good measure. It seemed to make his head feel better.
When the ticket counter opened five hours later, he was first in line. He paid a hundred and fifty dollars he couldn’t really afford to change his ticket, and then went and asked about the weather at a different gate. Three hours after that, he was on a plane, a nice new 777, empty enough that they’d given him a seat in business class. Flying southeast, instead of west. The seat in front of him had a phone in it, and the phone had a jack for a modem.
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