I’ve logged in, how I’ve logged in shouldn’t matter at this stage because if you’re a person worth speaking to then you’ll know how I got here. Follow the algorithms, in port out port. Outboard motor laptop chugging through an encrypted link, what does it matter? I’m here, imparting the data and exchanging other people’s data for yet more information, cascade, downfall, exponential growth. The buzzwords dissipate and become redundant before they’ve even been spoken, formed by a human tongue, bowled over the palate the erotic curvature of the ‘O’. This is an exchange that we’re involved in here and nothing more, if one side gains another loses but the inter denominational transnational balance of global funds can be treated as a self-regulating entity. Do you follow me? Are you following me? Because if you are I’ll know about it before you even click the button, it’s not a button anyway, I’m tracing your finger movements over a track pad your mouse hand, sweaty palms, registering moisture, iris movement, BPM, all correlate and you can be stratified and registered, logged on, logged off. Doesn’t matter. The job is the job and I do the job, jobs worth what it is worth and I’m pleased to be taking part to be honest. This is a war after all and I am part of the war effort. A thankless task I’m sure you’ll agree but through the filter of the digital I allow real events to take shape. Well as real as they can be…
U Section.
I have a cubical now, previously I had my laptop and clung to the edge of Hoskins desk but Hoskins is dead now. I mean Bob Hoskins is dead, the real Hoskins is still alive but I don’t see so much of him anymore. In the Bob Hoskins obit they mentioned the Super Mario film and that made me slightly angry and nostalgic at the same time, I don’t think Bob would’ve wanted it that way, but it was the first Hollywood adaptation of a computer game and that I suppose makes me feel a pang of nostalgia, like part of my childhood make-up, my ‘identity’ has been co-opted by a national institution, although Hollywood is an oligopoly, it is hard for the Iranians to differentiate between the two, I’m always trying to explain that to my Iranian counterparts. Their section is called:
ترجمة الرقمية والاعتماد منتدى مجلس.
I doubt it means anything, Kayvan is always ribbing me, I don’t even know his real name, he doesn’t know mine. U section is much better organized I’ve been led to believe. In my cubical I have a nodding dog, it is reminiscent of a Lurcher but perhaps I only think this because my mother kept Lurcher’s as a child, it has a spring neck that sometimes makes me feel like he is a grotesque biological experiment gone wrong, I mean, what if it was a nodding dog, presented in a glass case. Dead of course but eat your heart out Damian Hirst, maybe that could be his next piece. I mean for him to eat his art out in a public sphere, camera, cage, suspended, Blaine.
I don’t have time for this job, I have my cubicle, my nodding dog and my poster for Rossellini’s Rome: Open City. There are a trio of German soldiers surrounding a woman, her arms raised in a tableaux of defiance. I have seen the film, people always think that I haven’t, when they walk past the cubicle they say ‘Bit arty for you Hugh’. Wink and a nod, wink and a nod, but I have seen it. I imagine that when this war is over, when section U has been disbanded and that we can once again walk in the streets without fear then I will make a low budget verite piece, much in the vein of this film. Depicting the destruction that has been wrought but also containing the hope of a new beginning, a future that hold s alliance and cooperation at its heart rather than suspicion and surveillance. That is what I think when I look at the picture/poster. The image, the signifiers all interrelated and codependent, I know the scheme that has been employed, great propaganda like the soviets, communists. I know, I know.
Hugh, that’s my name. Don’t wear it out, wares in doubt, be they hard or soft. I’m a software man, hardboard outboard motor. Hardware is rigged, like powerhouse juggernaut; don’t wear it out, constantly overclocked as the motherboards mesh together. Hyper-board, I am hyper bored as I string together to stumble over another peer to peer message board. I’ve devised an algorithm to scan them for certain combinations of letters in both Farsi and English that when matched up with the database over at P Section we can begin to correlate a wider spectrum of terminology to initiate a global IP sweep as it were. Obviously a lot of the statistical work is completely theoretical at this stage and truth be told so is my algorithm in terms of the results it will ping back but I’m confident that the data will have some baring on the wider theatre of operations.
