Ha took a long time explaining different accounting styles to rammArt. Lets say Flake is an optimist. He makes money like the video director. He squeezes participants for money, so he goes straight to the advertisers. They need to see the video to be convinced that they need the video. They don't need YouTube. They want to watch Till get a blowjob! To them in the business world, artists have to be debased so they can keep as much money as possible. That's how we used to be in the '80s. Corporations were greedy, children had to share. We had mix tapes, private dance party mixes from our own DJs, taught the radio jockeys a thing or two about putting music out there, already tested live with our own money.
    Those who get titillated, they pay Flake more for the same video. He rakes in 15 more cents by selecting who gets to advertise with Rammstein and excluding who is there to use Rammstein to brainwash young people into buying stuff online that young people don't need. He bribes the bassist with 5 cents, for staying with the band but looking away. It's worth it to believe in Rammstein and not let advertisers commercialize videos. Flake knows something the business executives don't. He has a rack of synth keys, he can roboticize Rammstein and sell them out for cheap. Drunk Till doesn't sound good enough? He can synthesize anybody in the band until the band automatically accepts Till is giving the advertisers what they want. Once they sign the deal, Flake beats up Richard and throws the rest of the alcohol on him, threatening to burn him alive if he doesn't get along sober when Flake switches the video out for the real people who are paying the bills, the fans. If he wants to stay drunk, Flake will punish him and the drunk people in the audience. All those people need are a private party where they can stay drunk together. So they haul Richard away, leave a book of matches for Till, who is also under punishment and can't go to their party. They will gladly pay Flake twice the money to strip Richard naked and leave a little strip of leather for him to chew on. They cheat Rammstein out of Richard's clothing closet. They're so addicted to it, they don't make their own clothing but they do know what black is. By then, Flake cancels paying for their party and gets Richard back. The goon squad in black are only half-successful in their suicide, they want to finish their suicide or they'll have to go shopping. They go after somebody like me. They want me to dress them in black but they're not really Goths. They want to be above dead people. They find out I'm part Chinese, they have the same crisis over and over again. Do they want to go shopping in a price range they can afford? Richard cannot dress them, I'll have to adopt them and keep them from being successful in full-blown suicide. What would happen if I introduce colour to them from a flickering flame? It's like taking them through kindergarten so they won't be the people kidnapping other people. I'll adopt them on one condition, that they don't kidnap their parents. They can be different, but they don't have to cheat older adults. As long as they are happy with the idea their Chinese aunt is a half-dead, cigarette chainsmoking Goth chick, they are safe and their parents are safe. Or we'll have no friends left in Germany, and they'll be thrown back behind another wall. They'll say they don't deserve it. They don't know what agony was. We had fewer reasons to live than they have cheap excuses to suicide, so I don't mind they can get out of suicide by not cheating on Rammstein.
    He stays in the band by blackmailing them. It's either him or Depeche Mode. If you want Depeche Mode, you're going to have to hold the fuzzy microphone and romp around Germany like the corpse of Ian Curtis was found by the abandonded railroad track.
    If the lead guitarist really is the leader of the band, he's going to go into partnership. He is the pimp, not Flake. Richard is his name, rammArt said. Okay, Richard is the pimp. He's like Green Day, a garage band. He solicits two buddies to go into business with him. Only he can use Rammstein like a cheap tart. The savings people get from a garage band! Low-brow, small budget, he makes his money with a comparative advantage. He tests it out with his two other bandmates, the other guitarist and Till. Paul and Till. Sure, the drummer walked away already. They hire Till to get on the drums, because Richard is out of touch with Punk. He specifies the pay, and nobody needs advertisers. They start the old new drummer on 2 cents. He gives himself 7 cents and Paul 5 cents. Everything is staggered around plus or minus 2 cents, just like slackers in the '90s. There's going to be a pay gap, which Richard wants to avoid. Every time Till loses 2 cents in rehearsals, they cut out studio session time and tape it raw. If it's too expensive to tour outside of Germany, they export vinyl records and cassette tapes. If Till uses down his savings to keep the garage band inside Germany by drinking away 2 cents, he borrows 2 cents from Paul. Paul's already on a guitar without fretmarkers, here's a cheap bass, it's fretless, get to work! Same job, in the bass baritone range, minus two strings. He wants consent from half of Rammstein, or there's going to be a pay gap like a floozy whore. Ha stipulated the band could drag it out in garage band mode forever, and that would keep them at a birth rate of 2.3: boy, girl, dog. If they exceed but don't make more money, they would owe Germany, and Germany would owe America, because my generation is below the replacement rate and shrinking all the time. Should we consent in America? asked rammArt.
    No German Roman eagle, they can't do a better job than Green Day. She started singing to rammArt. ‘I went to a shrink, she says I do not think. I went to a whore, I said his arse's a chore’. The real lyrics are better, I can't do a better job. Toilet over here, STDs in Germany (sexually transmitted diseases). Green Day is going to be bigger than Rammstein, Ha said. That was strike two against Rammstein, even though Ha recommitted to supporting the band.
    rammArt was not flustered. Oh yes, Rammstein is very good. Well, I am glad we did his guitar first, Ha said. Yes, that's right! We can keep going. You said you've done work for the LTD line before, for ESP the guitarmaker in Japan? You know the name of the other Rammstein guitarist now?



    The alsa library was steady. Once compiled into the kernel, she did not want to touch it again while collaborating with rammArt, who used his microphone once in awhile, so Ha had to use hers. Besides, there were Rammstein videos to watch for homework. She was in the middle of compiling the PDF libraries, ghostscript, JPEG, Cairo. Then there was a snag, a circular dependency with different C libraries in different locations in different preprocessing formats. The not-so-good reason why Python was something to brag about, like a used teabag tossed into the kitchen sink that was the Oracle database. Do minimal Python as the package manager already broken inside Cairo and its dependencies, like Harfbuzz and Pango, compile Python again. Switch the operating system to a different Python and show them Torvalds is boss, not the other way around. That's right, Python hangs out wanting to be needed. Why would a math lang touted for its speed need image libraries so it can be useful? Text too slow for math? The Linux community agreed. They had a workaround in two days. Printing was the goal. Ha had to finish compiling for her printer to receive data, and she had to organize her letters to the Defense and Treasury departments. It was like RFC Coffee Cup all over again, a protocol Ha and Brent joked about. A few months earlier was the last time she would speak to him (he passed away in 2020). About the same thing she brought up that C++ constantly mishandled: casting datatypes is not C++ globbing onto an operating system-defined charset. C++ did everything for imaging, except memory allocation does not originate with anything to do with a screen or pixels or visuals. Reversing it is favoring a facilitated idea of human abilities. Even blind people have literacy.
    She was two days behind trying to tally growth and savings to pay for maestro's French Metal band. She hoped they could do farming without borrowing from the European Union. There was nobody to discuss the problem to, except maybe her gateway to Europe was the anti-hazardous materials standard RoHS. Back then, Thomas and Ha created RoHS for South Korea, part of the charm front to mend ties with North Korea. Thomas wanted to spread the standard throughout Asia. He forced Dean Guitars on it. Now in the 2020s RoHS as an employment standard attracting hundreds of bureaucrats in the EU, Ha's nightmare. There was nothing she could do about RoHS the materials standard. She looked up UL Labs, which became something much, much worse. She decided not to push her state privileges but simply do the accounting without transferring Thomas's ledger to her side of Rgo.
    rgoDark reached far and wide and expected a few years of several billion dollars of revenue in a small-cap market subsisting on both the Internet and music production. Well, that's not going to be CDs anymore, the compact disc, a format Ha did not care about the whole time. She considered the decline of the CD less expensive than online streaming. Then she found out Apple was charging $0.99 per song to dowload one in MP3 format. Was it not Linux programmers who wrote OSX for Apple? She had evaluated Cheetah, the alpha version of the operating system for Apple way back when. On her system, it worked emulated on an emulated Intel chip on a real AMD chip inside real Linux. Apple should have been paying the Linux community free concert tickets to Rammstein! There was nothing original about Apple whatsoever: Motorola chipset, Lian Li aluminium styling, Linux kernel. It was a paper sticker. What is Apple Quicktime? The speed of eating popcorn. Ha had an idea for Dolby she entitled “atMos”, joking to rammArt that she had to reclassify a few materials out of NSA at Fort Meade (National Security Agency) and transfer them to her DC security unit, which she assigned temporarily to one of the units she served, INSCOM at Fort Belvoir (Intelligence Security Command). Because of the reclassification for institutional use, her unofficial M.O.S. was “Civilian tech pleb” (military occupational specialty). Her innovation for Dolby officially became Dolby Atmos. She joked to him, They can register that trademark and dodge the draft forever! From agency to command on Ha's end, that was a winner for Dolby and Rammstein.