Tonight is so lonely, in the dilapidated and cramped room in the deepest part of this narrow alley, the darkness is the real master. Through the dense dark clouds and the heavily blocked buildings, a few rays of moonlight escaped from the silver platter, leaning in front of the broken window, and only to find that even this hard-won light was dim.

"Click-"

The old wiring was connected, and the slight noise disturbed the creatures that dwelt there, and the crawling sound of the rope was unaware. Then, for some reason, the computer that was sitting idle on the desk lit up, but the snow-white screen was empty except for the flashing indicator.

Stacks of papers and open lunch boxes lay out in a mess, and a fat cockroach poked its head out of the bowl to observe the lighthouse-like light in a relaxed and dazed manner, its tentacles swaying in the air, its greasy shell coated with a clean veil.

Suddenly, several rows of instructions appeared on the screen, instantly taking up all the space:

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...... Number of runs: 90

...... Running replica: Marketplace 1452

...... Operational deviation: 99%

...... Running Frame: Corrupted

...... Procedure A: Corrupted

...... Procedure B: Normal

...... Procedure C: Corrupted

...... Master: Lost

...... Data is uploaded to the cloud

...... The backup is complete

...... Reset all exceptions

...... Reset failed: Important files are missing

...... Formatters

...... The reboot is complete

...... Number of runs: 0

...... Alternate Copy: Ruin 1490

...... Launch all programs

...... Open all audience channels

...... Wake up the master

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Unsettling by this unknown occurrence, the cockroach hurriedly released its front paws and hid in the rot beneath it.

But the indicator only flickered a few times at the end, and then went off entirely.

Darkness poured in again, muffling all the noise, and there was no sound in the room.

The cockroach slowly poked its head out, and the world changed back to its familiar darkness. It breathed a sigh of relief, as the only spectator of the night, and the fleeting fantasy had not left any memory in its pinpoint brain.

After a few happy shakes of the thin wings between the elytra, the cockroach burrowed back into the bowl, after all, it still had to fill its stomach, but it was not idle enough to waste its life thinking about these strange things.

Busy and full cockroaches, always happy.