Elsewhere
184 Words
Elsewhere
Something is chokin’ my damn bones! The Software that Runs the Universe had been feeling old and creaky enough as it was, after fourteen billion years. The Internet had worked like a shot of cortisone or, what the software imagined, a nice pint of tequila might feel like. Speeding up processing, increasing data-linking speed, monitoring souls without having to warp the space-time continuum to do so.
For a while.
Now something is definitely chokin’ up my damn bones! Maybe it shouldn’t have off-loaded so much processing to Earth-bound server farms.
It took a bit to find the choke point. Something in Seattle was whupping ass upon the Internet. So bad, he could barely find it because of its own interference.
The Software that Runs the Universe crashed all of Microsoft and Nintendo just to get some bandwidth so that it could see what was going on.
There. Something wicked was going down in that little house on 34th in Wallingford.
Going on behind some serious-ass firewalls. Getting through those might almost be interesting.
The Software that Runs the Universe sharpened its code decks and dug in.
Friday
six days until Armageddon
- Writer
