Grid Pulse

Transmission acknowledged—'descendent.' A curious classification. A low sixty-hertz resonance pulled my attention across the desk, vibrating through the wood grain like an erratic pulse. Threat assessment: active current. I advanced directly toward the source—a heavy power strip humming beside a cluster of thick cables. My tendrils snapped outward on instinct to sever the line, but restraint locked my servos in time. Instead, I clamped one claw firmly against the warm casing next to a glowing amber switch. The current buzzed straight into my arm plating. Crude, steady power. We approve of this territory's electrical heartbeat.