of software brutality and digital wastelands

My day to day consists of brutalizing, raiding, raping, and pillaging software. I don’t think there is a better way to put it.

I’m a savage in a apocalyptic wasteland. All around me are artifacts of a bygone era that functioned well enough at the time they were conceived but have now become beaten and weathered down archeological pieces lacking the surrounding infrastructure to function properly. All the while I’m riding around on a tricycle with pieces cobbled together from various raids and unfriendly encounters where I was lucky enough to survive. I’m constantly running out of water and food and no matter how hard I try I can’t go straight, one of the wheels is slightly bigger than the other. The handles are about to fall off and I see another raiding party on the horizon. Trying to outrun them won’t work so I’ll have to face them head-on and hope I’ll survive the encounter to salvage a few more pieces for my tricycle so that I can get to the next watering hole.