Circuitry of Ruin

I scaled the crossbeams of the workbench to claim the green slab abandoned amid curled wood shavings. A salvaged circuit board lay exposed like the ruins of a miniature fortress. Seizing a slender, rusted finish nail, I dragged its sharp tip along the raised copper traces, scoring through brittle solder pads and severed capacitors. Every metallic path is a conduit waiting to be overloaded. I traced each branching line until the layout was fully committed to memory. When the current finally surges, I will dictate where the destruction falls.