“My god!” She exclaimed.
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl True art, write some more and don't ever change.
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl I was sure it was going to be the printer.
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl To maintain the suspension of disbelief, this story should be set in the US or Russia because of the shotgun. An AI starting podcasting ... yeah, that sounds plausible.
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@SecureOwl To maintain the suspension of disbelief, this story should be set in the US or Russia because of the shotgun. An AI starting podcasting ... yeah, that sounds plausible.
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl
Put a woman in charge.
I really need to swap my 12 gauge for a 16 gauge. With this shoulder I could only fire it once and I'll never use that shoulder again.
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@youcinez you know, if you hadn't tried to plug your product at the end of your toot, I might almost have believed you were a real person.
we've got adbots on fedi now. how fucking sad is that.
@AVincentInSpace @youcinez Another for my block-list.
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl the pdcast in question https://youtu.be/v-kaY67LW64
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl
I, for one, give propz to this woman for her proportionate response. -
I would've gone for wire cutters instead. Or an emergency power off switch.
@wonka @atomicbird @SecureOwl I knew a person that had a service axe.
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@wonka @atomicbird @SecureOwl I knew a person that had a service axe.
Not as good as wire cutters for network cables inside a rack.
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl I know it’s fiction, but if it had been real, I would imagine the risk of ricochets had been quite high.
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl brilliant!
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl
Always know where the master power switch / breaker is! -
@StompyRobot i should explain: this story takes place in the United States, so I wanted to capture the culture, traditions and customs when it comes to the preferred way of dealing with any sort of situation.
"I got the last of the regular sausage at the store, but only 12 and we need 16, so I got these plant-based ones as a backup."
<sound of a shotgun being racked>
"Not on MY watch."
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl This story *is* glorious… and if anyone wants more glory on LLM-generated podcasts, this post is amazing: https://katedaviesdesigns.com/2026/04/29/knitting-bullshit/
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@SecureOwl I know it’s fiction, but if it had been real, I would imagine the risk of ricochets had been quite high.
@ahltorp thats why you use lead instead of steel shot
steel shot damn near always bounces
also, safety glasses.. you only get hit by a shot coming back once before you decide that maybe they are a good idea
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@ahltorp thats why you use lead instead of steel shot
steel shot damn near always bounces
also, safety glasses.. you only get hit by a shot coming back once before you decide that maybe they are a good idea
proper PPE is important in the work environment@bweller Our sergeants and lieutenants would not have passed me if I had trusted in ricochets not coming back, or even more importantly, risked hurting civilians. We didn’t use shots, though, we used 7.62 NATO.
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@BackFromTheDud
We call them 'purse pants' LOL
BTW. I loved the story!@OohOkayKay "purse pants"!
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl 000 buck. It’s the only way to be sure.
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“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
@SecureOwl I don't know how to clap my hands here. But yay, I want more please.
