Back in the Kitchen, I look out the window above the sink at the flourishing city outside. It's mocking me with its clean, white, windowless buildings. The rail overpasses zigzag all over the place, the one over my house is visible to the right flowing at an angle until the sharp 90 degree, curved turn to the next support beam. The Z line goes straight into the heart of the city, its final stop just outside the government housing complex where all the government officials spend their time.
"If you have him," I say, glaring at the capitol building at the center of that complex, "I will revolt. I'll start a fucking coup." And I mean it. I really will. I won't stop until they're crawling out of the ashes of that building.
"Hey, Zach, could you take a look at this code?" Jackson says, sticking his head around the corner into my cubicle. I roll my chair over towards him into his.
"What about it?" I ask.
"Well, see, it looks right, doesn't it?" he says. I scan it briefly then nod. He continues, "But when I go to compile it, it gives me... this."
He presses the compile button and a dialog pops up on the screen that displays the text, "Error Compiling; invalid proposal on line 436." Then he goes back to the code, presses the shortcut to go to line 436 and says "But look! Line 436 is blank! It's white space!"
I point at the line right above it. "That colon should be a semicolon. The colon's making it think that line 436 is a continuation of the modifier on line 435."
He looks at it again and then smiles. "Thanks, Zack. Sorry."
I turn and leave, but I don't go back to my cubicle. I go to the end of the hall and stare out the window. The view from the capitol building is beautiful, I'll give it that.
"If you have him," I say, glaring at the capitol building at the center of that complex, "I will revolt. I'll start a fucking coup." And I mean it. I really will. I won't stop until they're crawling out of the ashes of that building.
"Hey, Zach, could you take a look at this code?" Jackson says, sticking his head around the corner into my cubicle. I roll my chair over towards him into his.
"What about it?" I ask.
"Well, see, it looks right, doesn't it?" he says. I scan it briefly then nod. He continues, "But when I go to compile it, it gives me... this."
He presses the compile button and a dialog pops up on the screen that displays the text, "Error Compiling; invalid proposal on line 436." Then he goes back to the code, presses the shortcut to go to line 436 and says "But look! Line 436 is blank! It's white space!"
I point at the line right above it. "That colon should be a semicolon. The colon's making it think that line 436 is a continuation of the modifier on line 435."
He looks at it again and then smiles. "Thanks, Zack. Sorry."
I turn and leave, but I don't go back to my cubicle. I go to the end of the hall and stare out the window. The view from the capitol building is beautiful, I'll give it that.
