So anyone who wants to skip this can go right ahead.
It’s been one of those weeks. Actually, one of those months and one of those years as well. Yesterday got turned upside down by Hurricane Sandy, although not in a bad way. My employer shut down for the day, and instead of playing catch-up with the loooooong list of things that need to be done, hubby and I ended up hosting local friends who’d lost power. Warm chaos beats cold tidiness hands down.
Today, my employer was back on deck, which meant bringing up all the testing team servers, then starting the usual chaos – which of course is rather more chaotic than usual since somewhere along the line the company’s code-base became self-aware. It’s not one of your friendly AI things, either. This is artificial intelligence drawn from the Necronomicon. Instead of networking protocols it communicates directly to the Great Old Ones seeking new ways to torment its users without them suspecting anything worse than bad programming.
If you should by any chance find yourself at a certain very prominent theme park with a rodent mascot, watch for tentacles and eerie miasmas. I’m sure the interaction with that rodent provided the final spark to animate the software and turn it into the betentacled eldritch horror it is today.
I’d wonder if said eldritch horror had eaten my soul, except that I thought such things were supposed to be noticeable. Okay, the phrasing used is usually “exquisitely painful”, two words which really don’t belong in the same sentence, much less the same phrase, but even so, that’s not something you’re going to miss.
“Your soul was eaten in an exquisitely painful ritual and you didn’t even notice?”
“I was distracted.”
Er. No. Fails the sniff test. Not even I could get that distracted.
And now it’s back to the battle with the self-aware evil software that is my job.