I whipped this up as an outline months ago, but it doesn't look like I'll ever get around to polishing it. I was going to try to do it like a series of "letters to home"; There's plenty of material to stretch, fill and elaborate on.
Shells falling all around. Sound of thrashing, dying disks, the ratatat of whining fans. Magic smoke everywhere; We were having a hard time signaling Major Domo. Good programs dumping their cores all around us, leaving backtraces as they crawled into memory holes. There were rumors the Colonel himself was wounded. Hayes bats screetching through the night. Infestation of racing bugs. The debugger had been called, but wasn't able to attach to the unit. The best we could do is taking things step-by-step and stick with the program.
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