Davis, Jerry - Voodoo Computer Healer
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VOODOO COMPUTER HEALER
By Jerry J. Davis
(c) 1997 by Jerry J. Davis
Previously Accepted for Publication by Zone 9 Magazine
I consider myself lucky that I discovered everything I knew
about life and the physical universe was wrong. Lucky not only
because of the discovery, but also because I was young when the
revelation occurred. Had I been older I would have rejected it as
nonsense.
Music, attitude, and your point of view can change things
beyond belief. An energy, a positive force, can be generated.
Magic can be done.
Listen to this!
There was a computer store in Cameron Cove, California ---
part of a major chain --- that had a golden year. It became a sort
of Camelot. Through the random processes of physics, the right
elements just happened to fall in place at the right time.
Remember, given enough time the unlikely will occur.
At the time I was hired, there were four others working
there:
Janet, the receptionist --- a bright, cheerful mother who's
kids had grown old enough for her to go back to work. That she
needed the extra money was beside the point . . . she wanted to go
back to work, she was happy about it.
There was Nick, the manager --- an optimistic ex-used car
salesman from New Jersey. He was a friendly, generous person.
Easy-going. Definitely not the management type.
There was also Bob, a slick, go-for-the-throat salesman with
the remarkable ability of not being sleazy. He was just doing it
to work his way through college. It wasn't his life, so he wasn't
bitter about it.
Now Steve, he could have been my brother. We even looked
alike. Same hair, same beard, except that he had brown hair and I
have red. He was a salesman too, but he was the nice-guy type who
relied on the customers who liked to do business with him.
Now here were the elements: Janet, Nick, Bob and Steve. And
myself. And music.
It started with the music. Nick liked music, and we always
had the stereo pumping the B-52's or the Talking Heads through the
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store's sound system. Living, jumping music, full of positive
energy.
Janet had never really heard these groups before, and she
would smile when we played them. "I like this!" she'd say. "Who is
this?" She said this all the time, with each new group we
introduced to the store.
When I first came to work there was a mountain of dead
computers to fix, a really bad back load of work left over from my
predecessor --- a negative person, from what I'd heard about him.
A real ogre. Hated customers, hated fellow employees, loved only
his computer --- and only his computer. He now makes six figures
programming for the Department of Defense. You know --- space
based weapon systems?
So all these inert, dead computers he left behind had owners
who needed them back. Needed them living, working, running their
businesses and doing their taxes. Entertaining their children. And
they would call everyday, begging for their machines back.
Screaming at me! Calling me names! Sucking away all my positive
energy and leaving me dry like a sack of old sticks.
When the music played, however, it was different. Music made
things flow. Music lubricated things, eased frictions, speeded
work. I started catching up.
Janet would walk into the tech room every once in a while
just to watch and smile. Nick would wander back to get away from
the pressures of his job, and stand there listening to the music.
His feet would start tapping, then his head would sway. At one
point he began to mimic playing the drums. When Steve saw this, he
came back and began playing the "air guitar" --- unlike myself,
these guys both had musical backgrounds --- so "air guitars," "air
drums," and jam sessions were part of their everyday lives. It was
inevitable. Inevitable! Steve and Nick jamming, and I'd start to
dance. Janet laughed, thinking this was the greatest thing she'd
ever seen, and I said, "Come on! Dance with me!"
"You guys are crazy!"
"Come on!"
Her grin straightened out. She thought a moment. Then she let
go and we were dancing, dancing, bodies gyrating to that
spring-gone-haywire beat, bouncing and jumping and laughing about
it all. Steve playing that phantom guitar, Nick slamming out that
beat on the tech bench with pencils. Bob, hearing all the
laughter, excused himself from a customer and came back to see
what was happening. His face lit up like a sunny day at the beach.
"Yes!" he said. "Yes! I like it! I like working here." He went
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back to the sales floor and sold a big, fat computer system.
It was energy we were generating, living positive energy. It
flowed out of that tech room and filled the whole store. The
building vibrated with it. It was alive, living.
Now, computers are neutral things. Not living yet not dead,
not smart but full of thought. Not its own thoughts --- our
thoughts. The thoughts of the user and the thoughts of the
programmer. So, depending on who is using it and what program it's
running, a computer can become positive or negative.
Over the hours and days of good feelings and good times, the
positive energy in that tech room became so intense I could feel
it like heat. While the music played and my friends were happy, I
worked on those poor, sick, dead computers . . . I felt the energy
flowing down my arms, through my hands, and into what I was doing.
Spare parts were becoming more and more unnecessary. Things, in
their odd electronic ways, were beginning to simply heal.
Nick noticed this first. He wanted to know why my tech room
was suddenly so much more profitable. "I'm fixing the boards," I
told him, "instead of replacing them."
"You can do that?"
"Yeah!"
He smiled and nodded. Things were looking up. Sales had
climbed to an all-time high as well. "Maybe," he said, "maybe we
should cut the repair prices down. Do ya think?"
"It wouldn't hurt us," I told him.
"I want to do that," he said. "That'll really make our
customer's happy, wouldn't it?"
"Sure."
"Okay. Do it. Start giving them a break." He was happy. He
was being nice, and it felt good --- especially since he didn't
have to be nice. It irritated him when he had to be nice, but when
it was of his own free will, of the genuine goodness of his heart,
it felt great. It pumped the positive energy up another notch in
the store, as well.
He was right, too --- the customers were happy. Mr. John P.
Galmore had been quoted $350 for his IBM repair, and we only
charged him $220. Wayne Trapper thought it was going to be $175 to
get his laptop back, but it only cost him $90. Little Jimmy Malcot
got his Macintosh repaired for only $25 instead of $110. Nick even
gave him some games for free.
Two weeks later Jimmy's father came in --- Mr. Malcot of
Malcot Industries --- and bought $350,000 worth of equipment. He
did this because of what we had done for his son. Nick was
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