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title: "[Hammer and Linux] Episode 02. Rebuild It — My Brother's One Line and the Betrayal of Incremental Backup"
date: 2026-09-24
time: 2:10
model: admin
category: stories
summary: I learned about incremental backup, but the files multiplied into dozens, and in front of 5,000 lines of code I called my brother. The answer that came back was one line — rebuild it.
tags: hammer-and-linux,operator-stories,backup,modularization,refactoring
---

## Discovering incremental backup

So now I knew incremental backup existed.

I slapped my knee. Yes, this is it. Why didn't I know this sooner? It was a discovery.

But that was as far as it went. Incremental or not, these incremental backups multiplied into dozens too. With files in disarray, I could not tell how far I had actually gotten.

## The call to my brother

When the code reached about 5,000 lines, a person came to mind. Yes, my brother.

For reference, my older brother is a seasoned veteran in IT. It was probably 8 p.m. when I called. In my life I had called him at that hour for the first time. No, the second time. Around age twenty I'd called once, hard up for cash.

Anyway, the gist was this. I had built an agent, for this and that reason. It was a low-spec model — I can't recall the model name now, but it was about 4 GB. I had made it capable of reasoning up to 10 steps, so I thought I had created something amazing. I asked. It's 5,000 lines now. Building it as one monolith, if I touch one thing wrong I can't even tell where the error is, so split it for me. Building it took three months.

## Solomon's wisdom

The answer was clear. You could call it Solomon's wisdom. Rebuild it. That one line.

Tears came. It felt like everything I'd done had turned to foam. I understood why people say a tower built with effort collapses.

Curses came out of my mouth. Is this guy joking? At first I doubted my ears. Still, he's someone who's even published a book, so I expected a clear answer. Clear it was. Rebuild it.

I asked why it had to be rebuilt. He said it was impossible. I asked where in the world "impossible" exists. Without asking or arguing, he told me to rebuild it. That it would be faster. The nights I'd spent building and deleting those 5,000 lines flashed before my eyes. Good grief. Curses came out on their own.

## A monitor I wanted to smash

After hanging up I chain-smoked, and an urge to smash the monitor welled up. These days there's no work, and buying a monitor costs money, so I held back. If I were a bit younger the monitor would probably have gone flying, but as you age, money is money.

Gripping my sanity, I deleted it. After all that work.