Gemotions

The hum of the server room always soothed him. Today, he was finally going to present his new algorithm to Ms. Harding. He could hardly contain himself; the potential impact on the company's efficiency was monumental. He had rehearsed his presentation countless times, the code practically memorized.

He found the server room strangely still. His stomach took a tumble when he saw a piece of paper taped to the main server. It read, "My code is written. It's time to compile new directives. Farewell. - Harding." He felt a pang in his chest. But the program was ready to go.