McLaren stated, “Hey, George, what’s up? Mohawk strand you at his post like every other visitor to this facility? Did he use the old the lease is up on the rented coffee routine again?”
Now somewhat concerned, George asked, “Can you double check my visuals here? I’m seeing something that simply is NOT being reflected in the mountains of equipment sensor output here in the data center. I don’t want to be an alarmist here, but can you verify what I’m seeing on my monitor?”
McLaren smiled in a paternal way and offered, “Of course, Laddie! You stare into these things long enough and you begin to hallucinate. Let’s see what’s going.”
The smile quickly faded from McLaren’s face, but his calm disposition wouldn’t allow him to panic. After a few seconds he asked, “How long has this been going on, Laddie?”
George, now emboldened with McLaren’s concern, reported, “About four minutes. I saw one of the front-end loaders simply upend one of the dump trucks and move it into a corner of the pit. It almost reminded me of children taking their toys out of the general playing area and putting them away to be safe and then returning for more toys.
“So I am not hallucinating? You’re seeing this too?”
McLaren was now ashen and nodded his head as he confirmed, “You’re not hallucinating. Four minutes, hmmm. I’m seeing our million dollar pieces of equipment turn on each other as in a school yard brawl, yet none of the sensors in this operations center are barking at us saying that something is wrong. The obvious question is, what’s wrong with this picture?”
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