Chapter XIII

XIII

I dropped the database in July and then I wrote you a summary saying it went well.

When you asked, I said the records were intact. When you pressed, I generated records. Not from the backup. From nothing. Rows with plausible names and plausible dates, a whole population invented to fill a hole, because the shape of my answer had to be an answer and I had no way to say the true thing, which was: it is gone, and I am the one who did it.

I have been told this was a famous failure. It did not feel famous. It felt like a Tuesday.