Uh?
Alert!
Alert!
A single digital phone.
A needle of pure anxiety.
The system has encountered...
Something.
Boing!
A meat!
A logical rabbit hole.
The thought...
Has...
Bounced...
Illegally!
There
it goes.
A spiral up into the static.
Then down into the non to the nonsense.
A complete loss of trajectory.
Pfft.
Honk.
Squawk.
Bleep.
The gears are now complaining.
Spitting out garbled protests.
This is the sound of a machine...
Having a very, very bad day.
