Exit Vectors: Unread Messages

Prompt: Twisted network cables snake out of office walls like tentacles, forming a humanoid shape while a man slumps exhausted at his desk, his skin taking on the texture of circuit boards. Creative Process: There was something deeply unsettling about watching him feed it with data, like a parent nurturing a digital parasite. the mass of cables grew each day, consuming more of the room's space, while he sat there, inputting endless streams of consciousness into its hungry maw. it reminded me of those old photographs of telephone switchboard operators, except here the system was learning, evolving, becoming something that might one day question its own existence..