A fresh up-date, brought on by the myriad of problems faced when dealing with any computer, including one I came across today involving a memory card, another computer and a photo of a French town renamed Dave...
Quick note to anyone who doesn't read ITCF: exam period has arrived, so sorry for erratic up-dates in advance.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. And I don't know anyone called Dave.
"Should it be sparking like that?" asked Stephen to Connor's legs. "I mean, most computers d..."
"OW!" exclaimed Connor. Stephen raised his eyebrows as the younger scientist came out from under the console.
"I guess not then." Connor grimaced then stood up, wiping his hands on a piece of cloth he kept with his tool-kit.
"It's getting there. I just need to... need to..."
"Fix it?" came a voice from behind the pair as they surveyed the mess that was the ADD. Lester wandered up. "It's just a wild suggestion; don't think you need to take any notice of it." Stephen smirked. "Well, anything I can do?" Connor ignored him, sensing he'd look a fool, and dived back underneath the machine.
"Call IT support," suggested Stephen. "That's what bosses are for, aren't they? To bring in other people needlessly." Lester glared at the tracker, but passed over the latter comment.
"Since Connor made the computer, I don't know where I'd find anyone else who could ever repair it; no-one has a mind that would operate in the same way... thank goodness."
"I..." started Stephen, but he was cut off. There was an enormous crackle, a bang and then smoke trailed up towards the ceiling, gracefully wafting into the two on-lookers faces. Lester turned to Stephen.
"Then again, we could always try the phone-book."
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