What happens when your lovely co-workers urge you- no, dare you- to write a piece of fiction about the hardware you work with daily, all because of an out-of-control late night drunken Twitter conversation? This happens. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE and my invoice is in the post.
She bit her lip as his fingers hovered over the keyboard.
‘Are you sure you’re ready?’
‘It’s time to take this relationship to the next level.’
She slid the jumpers into the GPIO pins. He pressed Enter.
./fourthbase.py Permission denied.
‘I’m sorry, that’s never happened before.’