What will fall on the exam

By Macario Polo (Director DTSI and CU)

Although we are neighbors, the Systems and Networks Security professor has not recognized me either of the two times that we have coincided in the portal. Of course, I live for rent on the ground floor of the building along with two other students, and he lives on an upper floor, because the two times I've met him he was waiting for the elevator. Total, we agree little. In addition, there are many of us in class, I usually sit in the last rows and the mask makes us, in practice, hardly recognizable. Hello, I say, and continue on my way to my temporary home. 

I thought maybe he would figure out that it was me when I knocked on his door in the middle of the morning. I install home networks on MyTel to get some dogs, and I went to her house to put the fiber optics. We have very good offers, write me if you want to know them. But he didn't know who I was dealing with either: I imagine it was because of the company cap, the screen-printed mask with the logo, the vest with pockets to carry the pliers and whatever else; also because of the baggy pants and boots that they give us at work, which my girlfriend, who is a nurse, sometimes tells me that I look like a green beret. 

I put the decoder and the router. The guy must be a movie buff and a football fan, because he had subscribed to the TodoTV pack, which one day I can give you details about if you want to hire him: the first three months we leave it at half price. 

I assumed that the teacher would change the password as soon as I left his home, but no way. From my house I hook up the Wi-Fi and we get together as friends at home to watch their games. He taught us one day how to record the traffic of a local network through a proxy. We did a practice in the ESI laboratory and I continued practicing from my student room: the strings of bytes that come out of your computer, or your mobile, those that reach your sixty-inch television I keep in my pocket and then I filter and analyze them, which also taught me how to clean data at university.  

I like it when I see him with his Argentine psychologist. He has a problem that discretion prevents me from telling, but it is similar to the one I have. So, well, I have improved a little, with what he has taught me, my ability to spy in real time, and I have joined his hypnosis sessions with which he wants to get even with those obstacles that, to both of us, prevent us from enjoy the life. I mute the microphone, obviously, so that I can't be heard, and I don't know which of us falls asleep first. We usually start by assessing the existence of our extremities (legs, arms), the muscles of the face, the belly... and, at some point, the Argentine says that we feel a very deep sleep and we both fall completely fried.  

"The guy from the parachute brigade is coming," my girlfriend told me one day. 

"Well, my love," I replied. It tires me a little that you constantly judge my clothing and compare it every day with that of a military man from some special operations corps. I come straight from work wanting to see you, and if I go home to shower and change I don't have time, since you're on duty now. 

The discussion dragged on a bit, and I was late for the session with the psychologist. The professor had already assessed his limbs and the muscles of his face, as well as his belly, and he was already immersed in the world of unreality to which the Argentine had induced him. It is true that I was angry and that I saw that it was easy to get even with the knowledge that the sleeping beauty had given me in class, so I decided to cut off the connection to the therapist and assume his role, being from that moment master of his will. I had a bit of fun telling him things like the ones I'd seen on TV: "Now you're going to see yourself naked," I told him, and I saw, through his camera, how he was ashamed of his own appearance, covering his parts by clasping his hands together. . 

In this way, the teacher remained at my total disposal, immersed in his trance without free will, I owned him. I went to bed, it was already late, and I sent him to sleep too. We had class first thing in the morning, and I had him set the alarm clock long before dawn, so he arrived with bags under his eyes and physical fatigue. Repeat yesterday's lesson, he had ordered her today. "Repeat yesterday's lesson," I told him tomorrow. "Repeat yesterday's lesson," I keep telling him. I think all of his students will know the lesson well in the May exam.