Today we, Teekayu and
Chanin, were just walking around our department in search of a foreigner to
interview. We were hounding for foreign blood like wolves until finally we came
across Mr. Kurt. Mr. Kurt is from America, he's a medium sized man and well versed
in computer systems. Upon meeting him, we just knew he is our man. I mean, who
else is it easier to talk to other than our potential professor? So we went
ahead, spying on him behind cubicles until he settles down in his office. He
didn't know we were watching. He thinks he is safe. He is wrong.
We sneak up on him like
vicious predators and shed first blood with a, "Hi, how are you doing,
sir?" He seemed a little surprise, as to be expected. This is all going
according to plan. We then begin with the interview.
We talked about how to
install three operating systems into one laptop, and his answers took a trip
halfway around the world. Mr. Kurt talks about building our own Linux kernel
before doing anything else and while we are at that, we should prep all that is
necessary for installing other operating systems. This took quite a while.
After that , we got down to business and attack him with another dangerous
question: how old is he and where did he came from. Mr. Kurt came from the
states and is quite old. His reactions, now turned to amusingly dubious. What
are we here for? Who sent us? Dang, dang, dang, he's on to us! Before we can
managed to sprint for the door, Mr. Kurt, with a ninja-like dexterity, outran
us to the knobs and closed it tight. We are trapped, like flies that just flew
into the light and reminisce in its last miserable moments how stupid it was.
He sits silently and watch. He watches us with those deep, grey eyes, seemingly
smiling, but we knew better. This is bad, and we need to get out of here fast.
Little did we knew that this is just only the beginning. It's the beginning of
a dark and horrible trip to the heart of anxiety that almost tips us over the
edge of our sanity. <MUSIC CUE!>
Our throats are running dry
as we are at lost for words. Sweats ran through our back forming spots that
grew into puddles, and the warm air blowing from the air-con is anything but
helping. We stood still in our own cramps as we realized we are embarrassing
ourselves in front of our prey. The hunter is now losing its game to the
hunted. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a vision flashed before our eyes and it is
the story of our lives. Could this be the end? Is this how we go? Shamefully
eaten by our own nervousness? Mr. Kurt just smiled. Watching silently from his
corner. "So what are you boys doing here?" Mr. Kurt broke the
silence. This pierced through our throats, suffocating us as our brains are
racing for answers. So deadly... Mr. Kurt just smiled.
We shouldn't have picked
him. We should know better. He knew this game, he knew this was coming and knew
how to counterattack it with the most cruel of ways. Slowly, and desperately,
we open our now rotten mouth from the hydrochloric acid of nervousness boiling
in our stomachs and said, "Oh...well... we are just... you know...
curious! About... stuff." (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻) Slowly, and desperately, we try to carry on
conversations about the weather and stuff. Desperately, we try to sound
interested as we asked him about what he teaches and he, knowing full well what
is going on inside our heads, looked at us with the seriousness that could
slice us into twenty pieces easy. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Our
friend was outside, waiting to talk to Mr. Kurt.
By Zeus's wrath, we shoots
our goodbyes like lightning bolts before picking up our heels like Achilles,
the door is our Hector, and ran out of the place, leaving behind a burning
trail. We are finally safe, again. Saved by the grace of our friend's
curiosity. Every time we walked passed that room, shivers just ran down my
spines. With Mr. Kurt glancing up and smiling at us as if to welcome us to
another torture session with hopefully no interruptions next time, our spines
just broke into pieces, our body became weak and sloppy, and our powers drained
in reminder of what had happened in there. In reflection, we have no idea how
we survived. But we did and that is what's important. We never heard from our
friend again.
