Blue Screen

Copyright 1997-2008 by Cary Enoch Reinstein (Enoch’s Vision, Inc.) PeachCounty, Georgia, USA. Please respect the author’s copyright and do not alter,post, distribute or otherwise disseminate this document or alter it in any waywithout the author’s explicit written permission.

BlueScreen

by Cary Enoch Reinstein

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Kirkland, Washington, 1997, Peach County, Georgia, 1998-2008.A burned out software developer becomes careless after working far too manyhours. He finds himself with partial amnesia and totally disembodied after a bugin his code crashes his system. As he searches for a way back, he discovers thathe can merge with the minds of the women he encounters in the corridors. Onlyone of them can help him debug his program and save him from the Blue Screenof Death. But there are so many fascinating women. Stay tuned.

DISCLAIMER

: This is a work of satirical fiction. All characters in this story arefictitious. Any resemblance to anybody real or living or deceased is purelycoincidental and unintentional ... yadda yadda ... This story is for yourentertainment only. Nothing here even remotely suggests that any formeremployer of mine (03/87 - 02/98) or any of their fiercest competetitors may ormay not hold any of the opinions expressed here. However, if they ever askedme, incredibly unlikely though that event would be, I'd be happy to tell them whatto do. Well, that "

just works

" for me.

Copyright 1997-2008 by Cary Enoch Reinstein (Enoch’s Vision, Inc.) PeachCounty, Georgia, USA. Please respect the author’s copyright and do not alter,post, distribute or otherwise disseminate this document or alter it in any waywithout the author’s explicit written permission.

Do you see me? Do you see?Do you like me? Do you like me standing there?Do you notice? Do you know?Do you see me? Do you see me?Does anyone care?Unhappiness where's when I was youngAnd we didn't give a damn'Cause we were raisedTo see life as fun and take it if we can. . .Understand what I've becomeIt wasn't my design--

The Cranberries

Copyright 1997-2008 by Cary Enoch Reinstein (Enoch’s Vision, Inc.) PeachCounty, Georgia, USA. Please respect the author’s copyright and do not alter,post, distribute or otherwise disseminate this document or alter it in any waywithout the author’s explicit written permission.

Virginia won't see me. Nobody sees me. Look at her walk down thehallway toward me as if I’m invisible. I need you, Virginia, to see me andtell me my name. I see you perfectly. Who would miss a look at you?This one’s not like the other women who work around in this building.She has style. Virginia. That's right, I remember now. That word is aname. Virginia. It’s her name. She's the Admin to our Group VP. Virginiahas attitude. She steps out of Cosmo Magazine to grace our drabworkplace with her presence. She makes sure that you know it too.Bad news, seriously bad news. This is not a good sign. Virginia walkedright past me. She didn't see me. Just like the rest of them. I better hurryand catch up with her, tap her on the shoulder to get her attention.Virginia, please, please look at me. Hey, Virginia! Say something. Feel abreeze. Hear a whisper. Anything.I'm right behind her now. If I run any faster, I'll knock her over. Slowdown, Oh wow, I'm not anywhere now but I'm still moving. Virginia isgone. But she still has a name, a label, and I have nothing.

We are walking down the hall. We hear the clicks of our heels as we walk.

We hear? What do we hear? Who are we?

Time for another deathly boring meeting. Why can't the boys take their own stupid notes? Can't they do anything on their own? We have time for a quick stop in the powder room. No hairs out of place.Hairs, yeah, right. We have a buzz cut. Oh, Virginia if only you could see what’s inside of you.Our face just the way we want it. Our blouse neat. Just one button open.We don't want to be provocative in that meeting. Most of the boys in the