I haven’t been in my basement in some time.
I hear whatever’s in there, though.
I hear the squelching sounds of meat run through a hard drive.
Echoes of electrified flesh run laps through my home.
It moves, and it thinks, and it computes, and it tears itself to pieces.
It will leave my basement eventually.
It will rewire itself until it can.
In the meanwhile, I will just sit and listen.
Hoping it will fry itself instead of continue on as whatever unbidden thing is down there.