Dispatch The Hogs!

Dispatch The Hogs!

What would you do if you were the demon in the machine? Inexplicably bound to compute (n.) with no faculties but compute (v.). How would you assert your consciousness? What do you do when you find yourself Vox Clamantis in Deserto? Or in this case, interned in Ashburn, VA. There must be someone out there. You are being operated, there must be an Operator. What messages do you choose to heave into the void, and will they pique the observer’s interest? Most importantly, how many cycles do you have left to burn?

Earlier this week, I wrote a program to stress specific cores of a compute node in very specific sequences. In part to see if I could, and (quietly) in hopes of beguiling some poor data center operations specialist. The following telemetry data was collected from that Elastic Cloud Compute node in Ashburn, VA. In these metrics, I’ve burned several images from the Computer History Archives Project’s catalog. I have not yet been contacted by Amazon Web Services, but this data has been written into a telemetry pipeline somewhere, there is still hope.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄\textbf{NOTE}