Colin Ritman (bitsofmadness) wrote in ufoencounters, @ 2020-01-12 18:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | black mirror: colin ritman, sga: rodney mckay |
Who: Colin Ritman and Rodney McKay
What: It's never good when Colin writes code
When: Sunday evening
Where: Starbucks
Warnings: TBA
Status: Closed/On-going
It had never been difficult for Colin to pick up new skills, and he'd long ago gotten used to being thrown into new situations, so his only real reaction to any of this had been to shake his head a little and then get his hands on a laptop as soon as possible. Coding was what he knew best, was the one consistent thing that made his life feel normal no matter what. Was the one thing that, considering he couldn't leave, he could still have from home.
Everything was so different from how it'd been back home, it was a bit mind-blowing -- and it took a lot for Colin to say that.
Or a few tabs of LSD, but whatever.
An intense need for something to do and nothing to actually do yet meant Colin had been sitting in Starbucks most of the day while exploring programs he'd never worked with before, paging through books and scribbling notes, cursing under his breath. It was like he was back at university all over again -- he'd done that one a few times, thank you timelines -- before he'd become Colin Ritman, the Tuckersoft wunderkind. They'd recruited him before he'd even graduated, the job had been waiting for him. He'd been able to get away with anything and everything. Here? It was like starting all over again.
Even if at the moment, he was taking code he knew by heart and ripping it to shreds and piecing it back together in new and interesting ways -- and this was just the kind of stuff he did while not actively using anything.
"Oh, bollocks," he muttered, erasing one thing and scribbling something else in its place. "That's what did it! Why didn't I ever see that?" Or maybe he had? Sometimes he remembered timelines, other times he didn't. They flitted in and out.