Eternal Rage of the Spotted Mind

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Rage. Rage is the answer to the previous question. But there is no understanding the Mechanical Mind. We can disassemble it, but we cannot understand it. It rages for no apparent reason.

Kootch is up, watching the Broncos. She is usually sleeping at this hour.

The VS is off (more gas here at 2032) and although I am coughing now and then I am warm next to my HHG which is now warming my legs. You would not believe our utility bill! I pay it, of course, because I have taken control of the heating-cooling system in self-defense. Here is what I do with it to survive:

I run the VS at full power all night. This is not a problem in the summertime, but in winter the entire apartment gets very cold. In the morning I turn off the VS, turn on the furnace, the oven, and the HHG, and hope they don't gas me. They usually don't. I open the oven door, of course, to let that heat up the kitchen. It takes about an hour to heat things up, meanwhile I dress in 'winter clothes' which is socks, long sweat pants, and a long-sleeved sweater. In the summertime I run around in a shirt and panties. I have learned to live through summer without the A/C, thus saving cooling costs.

The VS consists of four floor fans mounted in the windows - two in the bedroom (intake) window and two in the living room (exhaust) window. These fans have three power settings which produce roughly 1/3, 2/3, and 3/3 (thirds) power. This ventilation system is the only thing which has kept me alive.