Facta #2

The sun comes softly to announce that the day has come.
The air is still cool and damp from dawn. J stretches his
legs. Rubs his eyes, looks at the sea that appears in the
middle of a narrow crack in the woods. It would be a
fantastic day on the beach, but it won’t happen. There is
a rookie coming in the area, and the old man likes the
gambimaster to be around at these hours.
J wraps the quilt around the pillow and puts it on the shelf
made of planks supported by skeletons of computer cases.
He wears blue cargo shorts, tank top and yellow patterned
flip-flops. He crosses the dorm quietly not to wake anyone.
The three bunks are occupied. Here and there, the smell of
alcohol suggests that a luau took place the former night.
Later, he will put the kids to sweat on the generator pedals.
After a brief pause in the outhouse, he then uses the
washtub to wash his hands and face. He smears his arms,
legs and waist with citronella oil from a plastic pot on the
table. Dengue fever is in the area again. He then goes up
the dirt road to the common room - a tall and wide gazebo,
facing the sea. The atmosphere smells like hotcakes and
recently made coffee. The old man sits at the table. He
has white hair and bushy beard. The skin is wrinkled,
sunburned. He wears a clear smock and raw cotton pants.
What a beautiful day, isn’t it, Jota? - The old man, looking
at the horizon.
Promises. What time does the new hacker arrive?
Always in a hurry, right?
You know me. Many things to get ready today.
He comes in the truck. He arrives in the afternoon, if there
aren’t any setbacks. He should come unequipped.
OK. I prepared a tablet and a small screen last night. It
is only a clean system, I have not installed anything yet.
I thought he'd like to spend a few days exploring our
networks.
And so you took the opportunity to test it also, no?
J responds with a rare smile and excuses himself. He parts
with his hands a piece of bread, covers it with a slice of
half-aged cheese and pours himself a coffee in a tin cup.
He walks away, fast. After finishing off his bread and
coffee, he hangs the mug on a carabiner attached to a belt
on the side of his shorts. He stops at the edge of the forest,
claps three times and puts his right hand to his lips to let
out a high-pitched whistle. He takes a sheathed machete
from the gate, and continues.
The soil is moist. J descends the trail to the creek. He
walks a few meters until the turbine, which rotates at a
constant rate. It is a relatively small device, made from a
bicycle wheel and magnets extracted from discarded hard
drives. Apparently, the heavy rain of recent weeks did not
leave any problems in the installation. J crosses the stream
and continues on the other side. Soon, he gets to where is
installed the end of the pipe that goes down the hill three
hundred meters to reach another electrical generator, this
one industrial. Again, the structure appears intact. He
takes the path that goes up to the other side of the valley.
After many turns, he reaches the bamboo hut near the
top of the hill. He sits on a bench and takes out his small
screen. He identifies himself with a daily password and
a voice command that is almost a growl. He navigates
the system a bit. Eighteen points of generation are active
now. Eight others do not send any signal, as expected.
These are mostly complementary points: pedals, return
traction of sheaves, and others. Overall, everything is fine.
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