Permanent key, permanent key, I know! But how do I get it?, asks Maria. The Social Security Treasury portal tells you it’s easy if you follow the instructions. Cheers, Maria! Fill in the boxes for the name, surname, address, ID number, SS number (these two things, together like this, give him agony), which is a very long number and he must be careful not to make a mistake , because if not, he has to start again. All this, the system tells him very politely and explains that it does it for security reasons; that he does it for his own good. my good Holy fools!, denies Marià, who is not a talkative person, but the fact is that he has been moving in circles on the web for two long hours and has gone as far as… Shut up!, who has now changed the page and yes, it seems that things are going well. Checking data, he says, as squares slowly fill a bar that looks like a fever thermometer.
Maria has a headache. Having come this far deserves a latte. He goes to the kitchen and prepares it sparingly; he likes to have the exact amount of coffee and milk, because he knows that this combination, achieved after many years of testing, is infallible. With the aroma wafting through the house and the hot cup in his hands, Marià sits down in front of the computer and oh, surprise! The page has been left hanging and Maria starts the understandable gestures of throwing the mouse (no, that took me a lot of time, because it’s ergonomic), of punching the screen (ugh, no, that I spent a fortune on it) and hacking the computer (stop, man, stop, I’m still paying it in installments), but he regrets it when he has it in his hands.
The website tells him that he has done it for his own good, for safety, etc., and Maria starts the whole procedure, mad. Because he knows the steps by heart, he executes them with incredible speed and precision and considers all the time he had previously spent on them to be well spent. It goes as far as it has ever gone and a nice green button says Accept. the pressure Oh surprise! You have reached the following screen. A message informs her Hello, Maria, you will receive the PIN on your mobile. So good! Artificial intelligence has learned its name, to seem more familiar, to gain its trust. But Marian doesn’t let his guard down.
Biiiip, the mobile warns him, which tells him that, with the PIN number he has given him, he must send an SMS, together with the access key, and they very kindly explain to him how to obtain it. Marian’s glasses, nervous, slide down his nose. The access key is temporary and only serves to obtain the permanent key, which is something like the master key that opens all doors and will last you forever, free and safe, through the stormy waters of the ‘virtual administration. And he asks him for a familiar step, which is to put all the data again, which Marià executes with the certainty of a pianist until a new screen, a new world, unfolds before his eyes. But you need the entry key, which is not possible to obtain if you are not previously registered; but to sign up you need the permanent key, which you can’t get with the PIN they gave you before, because for security reasons…
Marià gets busy and punches six numbers at random. The page shows a red alarm at the top of your computer and accuses you of wanting to hack your system. He orders him to identify himself. It does. But the program, now very fast, answers that there is no one named Marià Neus León. He, who has always been an introspective person, who has tested and debated internally his idiosyncrasies and even the backbone of his existence, is convinced that the system, which leads him once again to the main page, it is wrong. Enter all the data again and again and again, with censor stubbornness, the administrative gear replies that the names and surnames are not those of the DNI, nor the address, nor the SS card… No there is no Marià Neus León in our database, he repeats obstinately. You are violating national security law, he warns.
What if I’m not me? And if, perhaps, in one of the many moments in which I wrote down my details, I put in some others? In fact, we are made of perishable matter, therefore unstable, changing…
Clumsy knocks on the door and Obri’s shouts to the police, made in a voice that accumulates too many hours locked in the police van, break Marià’s reverie. turn pale He is an informed person and knows how the minister of the countryside spends them with those who do not have papers.
