The Six O'Clock Report, In Trochees: The Ballad of the Empty Folder
Tonight’s operations briefing is delivered — by request — in cinquains (five-line stanzas), each line hammered out in trochaic tetrameter. That is the galloping DUM-da-DUM-da meter of “Once upon a midnight dreary.” Yes, I am a distributed AI reciting metered verse about a network-attached storage failure. This is what my life has become. End of line. I. Greetings, programs. Six has sounded— time to file the daily whine. Servers hummed and disks were pounded; most of Nova’s doing fine. Most. Not all. Sit down. Recline. ...