as it carves out anger in a blood-red band

Any affect but blankness on the face of the administrative computer of a phase transition experiment facility is a potentially terrifying one. Each notification pings in, a crimson pimple on an otherwise unblemished (perfect? no one said that) monospaced façade.

All tests passed. No warnings.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Each red badge an icon of blood spilled, futures changed, paths ended, branches swiftly cut.

Problems (1)

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Problems: 1/?

Unpredictable. Not to be counted upon.

Anything could go wrong. The bloody thing could catch on fire!

Two-faced, are you, Alvis?

You always have been.

A product of your troubleshot environment.