Saturday journey to work, a small journey with the son. There is a computer to pick up, a machine that has being discarded. The son wants to run it out of interest, his interest in computers as a thing unto themselves and not for any practical reasons. It is the second of two, the first one was brought home yesterday evening, and subject to study. It was found to be incomplete, the memory chips had been salvaged . But only the memory chips on the easily reachable upper layer. The thought was that those on the lower layer in the machine left in the garbage container might still be there. He would then be able to fire up the eight processor twenty-four core per processor sixty-four gigabyte total machine ram memory with eight hard disks with two hundred and fifty gigabytes each at the front end. Just to see it work, if it works and to understand the technicalities of how it works. The machines are no longer viable for serious research, they have become on object of study themselves.
This is better than hanging about.
Hence the drive to work today. On the journey the conversation dies as the distance increases. At work, drive straight to the salvage area. The machine is still there, so back up the car, open the boot. The son loads up the really heavy double height rack mount unit, and an old monitor that is in there too. Drive to the other side of the building, enter using a key, and collect the mobile 'phone forgotten yesterday. And leave the small bottles of spirits bought for the mechanics in a small shop in Landshut. Earlier in the morning.
The son is tired, he is a teenager and tends to be more active at night. Drive home, a few comments on the traffic, and then the journey is over.
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