The following is a key to how the light is used as of TimeSuckXXI:
Red and green seems like the perfect indicator for "Porn & Tacos: enter at own risk". -- KevinMcSwiggen
P & T is a part of Timesuck's past, but no longer its present. -- BenLehman
Journey to the meaning of the Codes:
I was staring into the blue of the screen. WPA demanded its password. An email buzzes my phone. It is from Dillon Coville, sending me codes. I squirm like a bug in the earth. I put the controller down, and go to CIS. The help desk is empty. I knew this would happen. I put out my tent, roll out the sleeping bag, and tuck myself in. They will return soon. But the codes pulse through my mind.
Red, Yellow, Green. STEMS, Frosh keep out. Yellow and Green. Cooking and Cleaning.
I sweat through the bag and swear Count to four, breathe in....
Count to four, exhale
Count to yellow, come in quietly, there's a timesuck res
Count to three, Red Yellow Green. Frosh keep out. STEMS is keeping you out
The fibers in my muscles strain. My body curls up, but feels like it's being ripped apart. Green, come in. Red, stay out. Red and Green, a combination. Studies are happening now... but add yellow and remove green, stay out again, private events. The tent roof raises. I'm getting smaller. Please help
No colors remain, but the blue of the screen in my eyes. That fades away.
No more colors, no more secrets to find in Timesuck. Just the emptiness.
I wasn't ready. I'm sorry