TAN: Pixel Corpses

Got into the office by 10 a.m. Maina was tied up with DPI classes and we felt a little out of place hanging around. Attempted to get some telecommunication done. Chantal’s roommates had set up a wireless network in their house and during the course of the installation had talked the technician into changing the master password for the account. That password also happened to be the password for Chantal’s email account. She spent an increasingly frustrating day trying to access her account without success. The Internet connection was even more glacial than I recalled from July.
The early evening found Chantal and I paraded in front of half a dozen Pixel Corps members. They stared woodenly as we introduced ourselves and talked a bit about our backgrounds. I had the disconcerting feeling I was addressing a room full of propped up corpses.
Chantal’s attempts to get into her email account kept us at the office until after midnight. She was finally able to get access to find nearly 300 unread emails that would have to wait until morning.