A fluttering

- I don't believe in you.

The hacker stirred. "Well, I wrote the code, didn't I?" she said, hoping to score a point.

- You wrote the code all right; your name's on every commit. What does that have to do with belief?

There was nothing to add. She logged out, folded her laptop neatly and, with a sigh, resolved herself to go for a walk.

It was a sunny day and it jarred with her mood; but that was preferable to the cynicism of the network. Happiness was not to be found there.

Posted on 19th March 2014