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Coders on Slave Ship

I double checked the dateline on this story to make sure it was not an April Fools' joke. This gives a whole new meaning to near-sourcing - to have coders on a slave ship at sea not ninety nine miles but just three tantalizing miles from LA. That is the best of all possible worlds.

A few practical concerns about this project cross the mind. Given that bodies have been shopped from around the world and remain afloat (that sounds particularly gruesome) on international waters , would that mean they would have to live their off-sweat hours on board the cruise ship ? I am guessing it would be illegal for them to set foot on any piece of land in the vicinity.

With that, apartment and strip-mall ships should logically follow suit to set shop upon international waters giving the marooned coder-cutters a sense of community if not the ground beneath their feet.

I already have visions of pizza and lo-mein delivery boats paddling up to Amuthavallil aka "Amy" aboard the "code ship" at the lunch hour. I did not fail to notice the emphasis on Indian woman coding talent. I will pretend I did not read too much into that despite the fact that these women would be all at sea with their foreign over-lords and masters.

Two thumbs up for imagination at work !

Comments

PM said…
rotfl@HC--yep, heard of this a couple of weeks back..apparently being on international waters takes care of relevant taxes as well--and concerned clients are allowed free rides to the actual ship in question. the idea itself isnt very new [what with floating casinos that move a foot every hour to keep within the law on sea/rivers]--just a matter of time before a smart alec made monies off it..but smart alec given due credit for being the first.
Arpana Sanjay said…
goodness gracious!!! what next???
buckwaasur said…
lol...imagine a code ship and a casino ship side by side...finish ur shift...hop on to the casino...:-))
buckwaasur said…
ok...the wisecracker in me just realized that this puts a whole new spin on programming in C...:-P
Heartcrossings said…
Buck - Whereas before you may have coded in C and been on land, now you code in and on C and swim over to the casino when you're done. Water-world with a difference :-)
Mindsurfer said…
Hmmm... don't know what they're talking about, about women developers not being given a job in India due to social norms...

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