Recipe of chaos #2

I wake up to a call: crisis room, one of the subsystems is on fire. The developers, in their blind rush, threw changes straight into the big central computer — the artificial mind of the mega-corp. First errors? Ignored, of course. Fear of punishment is routine; better to keep quiet than admit to bad code.

Twenty-four hours later, everyone feigns surprise: “the bug came out of nowhere.” We don't fix it, no — now we hunt for excuses. The goal is not to fix it, it's to shield the directors, to avoid red graphics on the illuminated panels that feed their egos.

What if the customer complains? Easy: it's their fault, the market's fault, the war's fault, the cloudy weather's fault that suffocates the corporation's towers. It's never ours. It never will be.