Emptied desks, a vacant screen
Malice hides, infection keen
Fresh machine, a gift, a sigh
New beginnings pass the eye
Network whispers secrets rare
Switching wires tangled lair
Wind's lament above, below
Fiendish sparks the ember shows
Southern skies in flames, the land
Burned, a scar, forever grand
Palms, the trees the fires claimed
Echoed cries the flames sustained.
– AI poem about my day
Second working day of 2025. My working computer has been infected by malware, and I was given a new, better PC. I had issues with the network connection on my Linux box at work. It was an issue with the flimsy connection on the switch. There is a lot of wind and fire. Southern California. The Palisades Fire and the Eaton Fire.