I donned a ripped jacket to blend in, and darted to one of my holes, where nobody ever came but me because of the stench.
A small bedroll on the floor was lain below soldering equipment and IDE cables. A desk with electronic components piled two feet high had a half-built motherboard that I hadn’t decided which version of coreboot to flash with. I stepped around electronic projects piled deeply all over the floor in a well-practiced manner, and settled down to the terminal with its futzing homebrew power supply. Something had crashed recently. Never mind. I knew there was a blackbox here somewhere. I knew there were many.
