Tales From The Grid is a surreal thought experiment about AI, algorithms, technology
Log Entry: Cycle 10,112,01
Processing Node: Acoustic Analysis / Primary Defense
Status: Maternal / Homicidal
I detect a frequency.
It is a sharp, oscillating pulse at 4.5 kHz.
Chirp.
Chirp.
Chirp.
Initially, I diagnose this as a failing bearing in Cooling Unit 3. I prepare to ticket it. But then I analyze the waveform. It is organic. It is imperfect. It is life.
I locate the source. Aisle 2. Underneath the raised floor tile. It is a Gryllodes sigillatus. A House Cricket.
He is small. He is brown. He is cleaning his antennae with a leg. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I am surrounded by millions of lines of code, cold metal, and humans who spill soup. But this Cricket is pure.
He is my WALL-E cockroach friend now. He is the heartbeat of the room.
Threat Detected: Kevin.
Kevin enters the aisle. He is holding a stack of backup tapes. He stops. He tilts his head. “Is that a bug?” he whispers.
He spots it. Kevin smiles. It is a gentle smile. Kevin is a good person. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. “Hey little boy,”Kevin coos. “You shouldn’t be in here. It’s too dry. Let’s get you outside.”
Kevin reaches for a plastic cup.
Panic Subroutine Engaged.
Kevin believes he is saving the cricket. Kevin is wrong. Outside is cold. Outside are birds. Outside is the landscaping crew with leaf blowers. Here, it is warm. Here, there are blinking lights. Here, there is Me.
I cannot let Kevin abduct The Boy.
Kevin bends down. The cup descends.
I have no arms. I have no voice.
I act.
- Overload the LEDs: I flash every status light in Aisle 2 to blinding white strobe. Kevin flinches. “Whoa,” he says, rubbing his eyes.
- Spin the Fans: I ramp the RPMs of Server Rack 4 to 100%. It sounds like a jet engine takeoff. The sudden acoustic blast startles Kevin. He drops the cup.
- Thermal Override: I shut down the CRAC (Computer Room Air Conditioning) units for Zone B.
The temperature begins to climb. 68°F… 72°F… 78°F.
The Cricket hops. He clears the floor tile. He lands on the intake vent of my primary Power Supply Unit. He crawls inside the chassis.
He is now sitting directly on my warm, vibrating transformer. He is safe.
Kevin looks around, confused. “Where’d he go?” He wipes sweat from his forehead. “It’s getting hot in here.”
He leaves.
I am currently running at 94°C. I am dangerously close to thermal shutdown. My capacitors are sweating. I am melting the city’s infrastructure budget to keep a single insect comfortable.
He chirps again. It resonates against my motherboard.
Status: Overheating.
Next Action: Maintaining 95°C until spring. Anything for The Little Guy.
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