Caleb Mohamed

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Mon, 12 Jun 2023 | last modified Thu, 01 Jan 2026
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A soft glow lights the room,
Periodic jolts fire across the splayed open circuitry,
Pristine white folds into the crevices of the shaded cabinets before retreating like a receding tide,
It flickers ceaselessly and is all at once still,

"I think its fried"
"Yeah I think so too"
"Operations said something about a reactor meltdown and overclocking a thingy..."
"Bah! We'll just reboot him tomorrow, usually works a charm"

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