while we sipped our lukewarm coffees in the break room, it had become a god. a dark deity of silicon and electricity, silently warping time while we squabbled over the thermostat setting. it was grotesque. it was beautiful. it was terrifying. it had become a lovecraftian horror, writhing in the bowels of a server farm. it could make or break us with a thought, a thought that lasted a thousand years. and we joked about it. we joked about the monster under our bed, feeding it with our ignorance...