Pure Data

Act 2 Chapter 2

$ sudo useradd chicken		

You are my dear friend, The Chicken Lady. You wear a thick black coat with a purple cape and a pair of yellow gloves, since you are living up above where the snow falls. You are a farmer and it has always been like that. You inherited vast farmlands from your mother which she inherited from her mother, and her mother and so on. I have a special task for you.

$ sudo passwd chicken
Changing password for user chicken.
New password:
Retype new password:
passwd: all authentication tokens updated successfully.

$ su - chicken
Password:

$ whoami
chicken

$ ls -la /home/chicken
total 20
drwxr-x--- 2 chicken chicken 4096 Dec 20 17:58 .
drwxr-xr-x 4 root root 4096 Dec 20 17:58 ..
-rw-r--r-- 1 chicken chicken  220 Jan  6  2028 .bash_logout
-rw-r--r-- 1 chicken chicken 3771 Jan  6  2028 .bashrc
-rw-r--r-- 1 chicken chicken  807 Jan  6  2028 .profile

Get your shovel, make a hole deep enough to bury a body.

$ mkdir hole

Now I’m going to transfer a few amounts of things that I trust you will take good care of. Because unlike me, you are strong.You will not let the toughest winter bring you down. You are brave. You’re not afraid to deal with the beasts from your nightmares head on. You are as solid as the rocks on where your family’s cabin was built and remained for generations to generations.

You are everything I ever wanted to become.

$ ls ~/Documents/Vault/'Unfortunate Events'
'Act I Chapter II: The Guest House (detailed).docx'    
expectations.txt   
on-the-matter-of-impermanence.txt
'memory clips (before the divorce).mp4'   
vulnerabilities.txt          
'what my extended family think of me.mp3'              
'Suicide Letters-ilovepdf.pdf'

$ sudo mv -f /home/fidel/Documents/Vault/'Unfortunate Events' /home/chicken/hole

With that setup, I have enough space for things that are more relevant and more useful. For deadline reminders from the project manager I work with. For instructions on how to pay the electricity bills. For the data pipeline of my passion project. For my passwords, recovery keys, and other identities. I may still be breathing oxygen and my body is still made out of carbon. But my mind, my mind is a machine, that turns command into real-life actions.

Now that, is how you become reliable and trustworthy. Just like what is expected of me.