Office hours, Thursday
"Yes, my computer is turned on."
Mohinder gave his laptop a frustrated click. It beeped and did nothing else. Secure files, high-level encryption and a closer relationship with his laptop than with most people were of little use when the machine refused to operate.
"No, the screen is still there," he said, staring at it. "But, it's still not-"
The laptop started whistling, and the images in front of him started flickering.
"And now it's -" On hold, listening to canned elevator music and searching for a screwdriver. Oh, and conducting office hours.
[Open, la!]
Mohinder gave his laptop a frustrated click. It beeped and did nothing else. Secure files, high-level encryption and a closer relationship with his laptop than with most people were of little use when the machine refused to operate.
"No, the screen is still there," he said, staring at it. "But, it's still not-"
The laptop started whistling, and the images in front of him started flickering.
"And now it's -" On hold, listening to canned elevator music and searching for a screwdriver. Oh, and conducting office hours.
[Open, la!]