me jump. She couldn’t be talking about what happened on Tanabata three years ago, right?
“You’re the one who did it. Without obtaining my permission.”
“What might you be talking about?”
“The poster you put up on the bulletin board in the clubhouse.”
Oh, that. I breathed a sigh of relief.
She was talking about the fake club policy I’d made up to try to get the student council to accept the SOS Brigade. After concluding that a brigade which ran around looking for mysterious phenomena wouldn’t have a chance, I indicated to the student council that the SOS Brigade should be allowed to continue as a sort of counseling group for all students. The executive committee called me an idiot and that was the end of that.
But I’d already made a poster. I don’t really remember what I put on it, but it was probably something along the lines of “We’ll listen to your problems.” Since I’d already bothered making the thing, I stuck it up on a bulletin board that happened to catch my eye. After all, I assumed that it didn’t really matter who saw this thing when there weren’t any psychopaths who would seek counseling from the SOS Brigade. And it appeared I was right since we hadn’t seen a single client yet, which was a very good thing.
Still, Haruhi had remembered this whole thing and been expecting clients to show up? I should probably go take that thing down on my way home. It’d get ugly if someone actually showed up with some kind of weird problem.
As I made this decision in the corner of my mind, Haruhi moved the mouse around.
“Anyway, look at this. Something’s odd. Maybe the computer’s acting up?”
I glanced past Haruhi’s hair. The SOS Brigade’s homepage was displayed spitefully on the monitor. But it was subtly different from the one I’d made. The crappy emblem Haruhi had drawn was distorted as though it’d been gathered like in sewing. And the counter and the title logo were just plain gone. I tried refreshing the page but nothing changed. It was like somebody had used a mosaic filter on the whole thing.
“It doesn’t seem to be a problem with the computer. Looks like the file on the server is corrupt.”
I wasn’t that familiar with the Internet, but I at least knew that much. I happened to think of checking the version of the website stored locally, which loaded just fine in the browser.
“How long has it been like this?”
“Beats me. I’ve only been checking our e-mail the past few days so I haven’t been on the website. It was like this when I looked today. Where do I direct my complaints?”
There’s no need to complain to anyone. Just needs a simple fix. I took the mouse from Haruhi and overwrote the home-page file on the server with the one saved on this computer. Then I reloaded the page.
“Hmm?”
The site was still corrupted. I repeated the process a number of times but the result was the same. It appeared that we were dealing with a technical malfunction beyond my pay grade.
“Isn’t this strange? Maybe it’s one of those hackers or crackers I’ve heard about?”
“No way,” I said. I really doubt someone would be bored enough to crack a site that nobody links to or visits. It must be some kind of error.
“Now I’m pissed. Is somebody committing cyberterrorism against the SOS Brigade? Who is it? If I find that person, I’ll skip the trial and sentence him to thirty days of community service.”
I turned away from the raging Haruhi to look at Nagato with her semblance of active camouflage. Maybe she can deal with this. I had this arbitrary image of Nagato being familiar with computers, but I’d never actually seen her using one. Actually, I should say that I’ve never seen her do anything besides read.
That was when someone knocked on the door.
“Come in!” Haruhi responded and the door opened to reveal Koizumi. He had the usual animated smile on his face.
“Oh. Now this is rare. Asahina has yet to show up?”
“Don’t
“You’re the one who did it. Without obtaining my permission.”
“What might you be talking about?”
“The poster you put up on the bulletin board in the clubhouse.”
Oh, that. I breathed a sigh of relief.
She was talking about the fake club policy I’d made up to try to get the student council to accept the SOS Brigade. After concluding that a brigade which ran around looking for mysterious phenomena wouldn’t have a chance, I indicated to the student council that the SOS Brigade should be allowed to continue as a sort of counseling group for all students. The executive committee called me an idiot and that was the end of that.
But I’d already made a poster. I don’t really remember what I put on it, but it was probably something along the lines of “We’ll listen to your problems.” Since I’d already bothered making the thing, I stuck it up on a bulletin board that happened to catch my eye. After all, I assumed that it didn’t really matter who saw this thing when there weren’t any psychopaths who would seek counseling from the SOS Brigade. And it appeared I was right since we hadn’t seen a single client yet, which was a very good thing.
Still, Haruhi had remembered this whole thing and been expecting clients to show up? I should probably go take that thing down on my way home. It’d get ugly if someone actually showed up with some kind of weird problem.
As I made this decision in the corner of my mind, Haruhi moved the mouse around.
“Anyway, look at this. Something’s odd. Maybe the computer’s acting up?”
I glanced past Haruhi’s hair. The SOS Brigade’s homepage was displayed spitefully on the monitor. But it was subtly different from the one I’d made. The crappy emblem Haruhi had drawn was distorted as though it’d been gathered like in sewing. And the counter and the title logo were just plain gone. I tried refreshing the page but nothing changed. It was like somebody had used a mosaic filter on the whole thing.
“It doesn’t seem to be a problem with the computer. Looks like the file on the server is corrupt.”
I wasn’t that familiar with the Internet, but I at least knew that much. I happened to think of checking the version of the website stored locally, which loaded just fine in the browser.
“How long has it been like this?”
“Beats me. I’ve only been checking our e-mail the past few days so I haven’t been on the website. It was like this when I looked today. Where do I direct my complaints?”
There’s no need to complain to anyone. Just needs a simple fix. I took the mouse from Haruhi and overwrote the home-page file on the server with the one saved on this computer. Then I reloaded the page.
“Hmm?”
The site was still corrupted. I repeated the process a number of times but the result was the same. It appeared that we were dealing with a technical malfunction beyond my pay grade.
“Isn’t this strange? Maybe it’s one of those hackers or crackers I’ve heard about?”
“No way,” I said. I really doubt someone would be bored enough to crack a site that nobody links to or visits. It must be some kind of error.
“Now I’m pissed. Is somebody committing cyberterrorism against the SOS Brigade? Who is it? If I find that person, I’ll skip the trial and sentence him to thirty days of community service.”
I turned away from the raging Haruhi to look at Nagato with her semblance of active camouflage. Maybe she can deal with this. I had this arbitrary image of Nagato being familiar with computers, but I’d never actually seen her using one. Actually, I should say that I’ve never seen her do anything besides read.
That was when someone knocked on the door.
“Come in!” Haruhi responded and the door opened to reveal Koizumi. He had the usual animated smile on his face.
“Oh. Now this is rare. Asahina has yet to show up?”
“Don’t
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