The office had old computers, they ran some version of Linux.
Nobody quite knew how to use them - not even the IT guys but nobody would admit it.
Having to refill their fluids was the most irritating thing about them though.
It got to the point where the fluid was kept in large vats at the back of every main room.
Of course people complained about the smell (that bitter iron tang that stung the back of your throat)
but it was either that or call the IT guys out every five minutes to fill someone's machine.
Management agreed it was better this way and windows were opened instead.
Thing got a lot more tense when one of the machines escaped through said windows.
It left a trail of fluid heading to the nearby school and bodies were found soon after.
Their shrivelled husks were partially buried under books or coats or leaves.
They were smart machines, under their pulsating flesh lay a hive mind of some sort.
Presumably - they all felt each other's pain for certain but they'd never been fully researched.
Now the office block has metal bars on the windows to prevent another incident.
It didn't stop the computers from protesting, spitting weak acid at certain employees.
Some were worse off than others - fired for their own safety and greatly compensated.
Eventually the whole office shut down, locked the doors and left the machines to rot.
They rotted indeed, the school nearby was overwhelmed with the stench of it.
A mixture of sewage and fetid meat as the pipes clogged with their waste and their dead ones.
Some say they mourned their losses by singing, almost like they remembered being humans.
Now we only see their shadows sitting at every barred window in wait.
Nobody quite knew how to use them - not even the IT guys but nobody would admit it.
Having to refill their fluids was the most irritating thing about them though.
It got to the point where the fluid was kept in large vats at the back of every main room.
Of course people complained about the smell (that bitter iron tang that stung the back of your throat)
but it was either that or call the IT guys out every five minutes to fill someone's machine.
Management agreed it was better this way and windows were opened instead.
Thing got a lot more tense when one of the machines escaped through said windows.
It left a trail of fluid heading to the nearby school and bodies were found soon after.
Their shrivelled husks were partially buried under books or coats or leaves.
They were smart machines, under their pulsating flesh lay a hive mind of some sort.
Presumably - they all felt each other's pain for certain but they'd never been fully researched.
Now the office block has metal bars on the windows to prevent another incident.
It didn't stop the computers from protesting, spitting weak acid at certain employees.
Some were worse off than others - fired for their own safety and greatly compensated.
Eventually the whole office shut down, locked the doors and left the machines to rot.
They rotted indeed, the school nearby was overwhelmed with the stench of it.
A mixture of sewage and fetid meat as the pipes clogged with their waste and their dead ones.
Some say they mourned their losses by singing, almost like they remembered being humans.
Now we only see their shadows sitting at every barred window in wait.
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