Me in 2034: Each morning I walk the perimeter and reset the traps that the nuerolink servitors tripped the night before, clearing their remains in the process. They are mindless, but they are many. Every hole in the building must be checked, even the child-sized vents, or they will swarm in like ants. At dusk I can hear their blood-curdling chant, echoing off the scorched pavement just before they attack. Bazinga! Bazinga! BAZINGA! BAZINGA!
Me in 2034: Each morning I walk the perimeter and reset the traps that the nuerolink servitors tripped the night before, clearing their remains in the process. They are mindless, but they are many. Every hole in the building must be checked, even the child-sized vents, or they will swarm in like ants. At dusk I can hear their blood-curdling chant, echoing off the scorched pavement just before they attack. Bazinga! Bazinga! BAZINGA! BAZINGA!