I fix computers. That is the short version. The longer version: I diagnose hardware failures, rebuild systems, remove malware, set up networks, and help people who are frustrated by their technology figure things out. I work out of Brantford, Ontario, and I treat every machine like it matters — because it does.
My name is Mark Parsons. I live in Brantford, Ontario, and I have spent more years inside computer cases than most people spend in rooms. Technology is my language. I understand the grammar of circuit boards and the poetry of a clean boot sequence.
When I am not elbow-deep in RAM slots, I am thinking about Ultima IV: Quest of the Avatar — my favourite RPG of all time. Richard Garriott built a game that asked you to be virtuous, not just powerful. That stuck with me. It still does.
I also love my mother's home-cooked meals. After a long day of wrestling with stubborn motherboards, there is nothing better than sitting at her table with a plate of something real and warm. Some of the best problem-solving I have ever done has happened while chewing on her meatloaf.
You are X. The computer is O. Can you beat a minimax AI? Doubtful.