When Sysadmins Ruled the Earth by Cory Doctorow Read Free Book Online Page A

his feet. "No way, we can't think like that. Lady, we're at a critical juncture here. We can go down through negligence, dwindling away in our hiding holes, or we can try to build something better."
    "Better?" She made a rude noise.
    "OK, not better. Something though. Building something new is better than letting it dwindle away. Christ, what are you going to do when you've read all the magazines and eaten all the potato chips here?"
    Rosa shook her head. "Pretty talk," she said. "But what the hell are we going to do, anyway?"
    "Something," Felix said. "We're going to do something. Something is better than nothing. We're going to take this patch of the world where people are talking to each other, and we're going to expand it. We're going to find everyone we can and we're going to take care of them and they're going to take care of us. We'll probably fuck it up. We'll probably fail. I'd rather fail than give up, though."
    Van laughed. "Felix, you are crazier than Sario, you know it?"
    "We're going to go and drag him out, first thing tomorrow. He's going to be a part of this, too. Everyone will. Screw the end of the world. The world doesn't end. Humans aren't the kind of things that have endings."
    Rosa shook her head again, but she was smiling a little now. "And you'll be what, the Pope-Emperor of the World?"
    "He prefers Prime Minister," Van said in a stagey whisper. The anti-histamines had worked miracles on his skin, and it had faded from angry red to a fine pink.
    "You want to be Minister of Health, Rosa?" he said.
    "Boys," she said. "Playing games. How about this. I'll help out however I can, provided you never ask me to call you Prime Minister and you never call me the Minister of Health?"
    "It's a deal," he said.
    Van refilled their glasses, upending the wine bottle to get the last few drops out.
    The raised their glasses. "To the world," Felix said. "To humanity." He thought hard. "To rebuilding."
    "To anything," Van said.
    "To anything," Felix said. "To everything."
    "To everything," Rosa said.
    They drank. The next day, they started to rebuild. And months later, they started over again, when disagreements drove apart the fragile little group they'd pulled together. And a year after that, they started over again. And five years later, they started again.
    Felix dug ditches and salvaged cans and buried the dead. He planted and harvested. He fixed some cars and learned to make biodiesel. Finally he fetched up in a data-center for a little government — little governments came and went, but this one was smart enough to want to keep records and needed someone to keep everything running, and Van went with him.
    They spent a lot of time in chat rooms and sometimes they happened upon old friends from the strange time they'd spent running the Distributed Republic of Cyberspace, geeks who insisted on calling him PM, though no one in the real world ever called him that anymore.
    It wasn't a good life, most of the time. Felix's wounds never healed, and neither did most other people's. There were lingering sicknesses and sudden ones. Tragedy on tragedy.
    But Felix liked his data-center. There in the humming of the racks, he never felt like it was the first days of a better nation, but he never felt like it was the last days of one, either.
    > go to bed, felix
    > soon, kong, soon — almost got this backup running
    > youre a junkie, dude.
    > look whos talking
    He reloaded the Google homepage. Queen Kong had had it online for a couple years now. The Os in Google changed all the time, whenever she got the urge. Today they were little cartoon globes, one smiling the other frowning.
    He looked at it for a long time and dropped back into a terminal to check his backup. It was running clean, for a change. The little government's records were safe.
    > ok night night
    > take care
    Van waved at him as he creaked to the door, stretching out his back with a long series of pops.
    "Sleep well, boss," he said.
    "Don't stick around here all