“Fine,” Adam said patiently. “But can we make sure they work now?”
“They’ll work,” Kurt had said when Alan told him that he wanted to test the access points out before they took them to the meeting. “It’s practically solid-state. They’re running off the standard distribution. There’s almost no configuration.”
Which may or may not have been true—it certainly sounded plausible to Alan’s lay ear—but it didn’t change the fact that once they powered up the third box, the other two seized up and died. The blinking network lights fell still, and as Kurt hauled out an old VT-100 terminal and plugged it into the serial ports on the backs of his big, ugly, bestickered, and cig-burned PC cases, it became apparent that they had ceased to honor all requests for routing, association, deassociation, DHCP leases, and the myriad of other networking services provided for by the software.
“It’s practically solid-state,” Kurt said, nearly shouted, after he’d powered down the third box and found that the other two—previously routing and humming along happily—refused to come back up into their known-good state. He gave Alan a dirty look, as though his insistence on preflighting were the root of their problems.
The street-kid who’d spoken up had jumped when Kurt raised his voice, then cringed away. Now as Kurt began to tear around the shop, looking through boxes of CDs and dropping things on the floor, the kid all but cowered, and the other three all looked down at the table.
“I’ll just reinstall,” Kurt said. “That’s the beauty of these things. It’s a standard distro, I just copy it over, and biff-bam, it’ll come right back up. No problem. Take me ten minutes. We’ve got plenty of time.”
Then, five minutes later, “Shit, I forgot that this one has a different mo-bo than the others.”
“Mo-bo?” Alan said, amused. He’d spotted the signs of something very finicky gone very wrong and he’d given up any hope of actually doing the demo, so he’d settled in to watch the process without rancor and to learn as much as he could.
“Motherboard,” Kurt said, reaching for a spool of blank CDs. “Just got to patch the distribution, recompile, burn it to CD, and reboot, and we’re on the road.”
Ten minutes later, “Shit.”