I am a patient man. In fact I think it would be fair to say that nearly everyone who uses 43T are patient people. We all know life isn’t perfect. We all try to be as patient as we can. Patience usually works pretty well.
There comes a day, however, when patience needs to be put in a jar, labeled “patience” and put up on the high shelf. There comes a day when we need to bring down another jar from the shelf. This jar is labeled “slightly irritated”.
Dear robots, today is the day! Today is the day I bring down the jar marked “slightly irritated”, and open it. I’m sorry, I had to do it! What’s inside? Something a little more pungent and unpleasant than could be found in the “patience” jar. It is a murky sort of liquid, quite thick like soup, with lots of little four letter words floating around in it. These have a tendency to rapidly evaporate out and turn the air a rather pale shade of purple.
Now, dear robots, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that there are other jars on the shelf, do I? You’re pretty smart robots; I reckon you will have already worked that out for yourselves that there are also jars labeled “annoyed”, and “peeved”, and “mildly pi**ed”. I could go on. We don’t want to go there do we? We don’t want to start opening some of those other jars. I don’t want to. I don’t like the smell of “slightly irritated”.
What right have I to open the “slightly irritated” jar, you might ask? Well, true, you created this 43T universe that we all love, and fair to say, we are more than thankful to you. As a matter of fact, we love you. You are the guardians of our tightly connected web of aspirations. But you need us too, don’t you? What is 43T without users? How many other users are opening jars labeled “slightly irritated”, or worse? If we’re not careful, this whole joint is gonna get stunk up pretty bad!
I’m asking you to help us, dear robots. Please help to keep 43T smelling fresh and fragrant. Do whatever you can. You know best. Maybe…hmmm….add a few more servers?