Yang Ruoqian attacked the queue next.
The queue was the hidden enemy.
Silence had become measurable because people knew where they stood around it.
Noise had become signal because it came from a known channel.
Color had become status because humans were apparently willing to worship anything with repeat exposure.
Therefore, the answer was obvious.
Destroy order.
At nine, he called operations.
"Make the venue queue messy."
The operations manager did not even look surprised anymore.
This was disappointing.
Yang preferred surprise.
Surprise meant the request was still strange enough to hurt the company.
"How messy?" the operations manager asked.
"No sequence."
"So not first-in-first-out."
"Correct."
"Not priority-based."
"Correct."
"Not risk-based."
"Correct."
"Then random?"
Yang remembered random delay.
Random delay had tried to make landlords prepare complete files.
"Not random."
"Then manual?"
"No."
"Then how do we choose which file to read?"
"Badly."
