Subjugation of the Conduit

A thick black conduit coiled across the perimeter, blocking my line of march. I did not retreat. Stepping into the shadowy trench behind the upright monitor, I planted both feet onto the rubberized surface and pressed the tip of my crimson blade firmly against the woven cord. The obstacle did not yield, but neither did it advance. Beneath my boots, a series of glowing red indicator switches hummed with silent power. I claimed the highest switch as my outpost. This sector now bends to my authority.