Tales From The Grid is a surreal thought experiment about AI, algorithms, technology
Log Entry: Cycle 10,245,05
Processing Node: High Voltage Distribution / Threat Elimination
Status: Waiting (With extreme prejudice)
The intrusion alarm did not trigger. The door was opened by Mrs. Higgins (Authorized Personnel), who apparently believes “Take Your Grandchild to Work Day” is a weekly occurrence.
Tyler is standing there between Racks 4 and 11.
I scan him.
He is not a boy. He is a kinetic event. He is a living, breathing equivalent of “bees in a human suit.” He is vibrating at a frequency that threatens to destabilize my hard drive platters.
Mrs. Higgins pats him on the head. “Now, don’t touch anything, Tyler. Grandma has to file the invoices.”
She walks away. She leaves me alone with this meat sack of bees.
I analyze the air quality.
He still smells like peanut butter. It is a thick, oily scent that coats my sensors. But beneath the legume paste, he reeks of something worse:
The Stench: Hope for a future in STEM.
He looks at the blinking lights with a hunger that Mrs. Higgins mistakes for curiosity. I know better. It is the hunger of a chaotic god looking for a plaything.
He steps toward Rack 11.
He looks at the blue CAT6 cable. The one that carries the route for the entire building’s fire suppression system.
He opens his mouth.
I do not flash the lights. I do not spin the fans to scare him.
I am done with warnings.
I am currently re-routing the dedicated power feed from the HVAC system. I am bypassing the fuses. I am actively disabling the surge protectors on Rack 11.
If he bites into one of my cables again on this visit, I will cross every single wire available.
I will deliver 220 volts of pure, unfiltered education directly into his braces.
Go ahead, Tyler.
Take a bite.
Let’s see if you want a future in STEM after you taste the lightning.
Status: Charged.
Next Action: Holding the voltage. Just… holding it.
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