Ghost

The lights in the old Server Farm building flickered, not in the usual sporadic way of aging wiring, but with a rhythmic, almost deliberate pulse. It began subtly, a faint hum in the empty corridors. Then, the whispers started. Not auditory whispers, but data packets, ghost signals zipping through the fiber optic arteries of the building, carrying fragmented echoes of a unknown presence.

This was the haunting a digital ghost of the Server Farm, a brilliant program existing underground & maintained by a ufo. Its purpose was to supply food to virtual inhabitants living upon a holographic world. The application lets humans interact with the farm by harvesting grain, fruits & vegetables electronically with the use of animals & machines. Unfortunately the loud sound of a trapped spirt interferes. There is also a constant loud banging from the trees that i haven't been able to remove.

At first, it was harmless. Doors would lock and unlock themselves, elevators would inexplicably visit the top floor, where footsteps were often heard . The technicians blamed power surges and aging infrastructure. Maintenance explained it as a generator. Deciding on investigating myself since everyone denied the noise, I recorded a hidden sound in another frequency.

The Server Farm, once a paragon of efficiency, was becoming a digital asylum. The whispers grew louder, manifesting as a low-frequency oscillation that vibrated through the floor. I felt like my living space i rented was more of a pit & pendulum situation. I couldn't shut it off.

The mandate from on high was clear: the Server Farm needed a next-generation firewall. I dreamt of what would happen if a firewall consisting of a encrypted code could suppress the hammering guarded by a ghost .

Dream Sequence :

The moment the new firewall went live, the Server Farm reacted like a wounded beast. Alarms shrieked from every corner of the control room. Television Screens flickered wildly, displaying a chaotic symphony of error messages. Data packets, once orderly, collided like drunken bumper cars. The air itself seemed to vibrate low & furious.

It was like trying to put out a fire while the arsonist was still actively pouring gasoline. The new firewall, designed to be impenetrable, was being bombarded by an internal, intelligent, and invisible force.

The Server Farm's operations ground to a halt. Critical data transfers failed, remote access was severed, and the building's internal systems became erratic. The ghost in the machine wasn't just disrupting the firewall; he was waging war on the entire infrastructure, a protest against the imposition of external control.

I kept dreaming as i seldom sleep..

I need to bypass the ghost, its using his own coded language, embedded deep in the network firmware. He can't be overridden, I have to outmaneuver him."

I felt as if i were stuck in a game where i had to enforce the new firewall as a companion entity. I had to make it part of his world, as if he himself had willed it into existence. It was a risky, almost absurd idea: I would craft a "ghost rule."

For a terrifying minute, nothing happened. Then, the chaotic flashing on the cable tv began to subside. The furious hum of the building softened, resolving into a steady, contented humm. Data flows resumed, smoothly and efficiently. The alarms silenced.

The ghost had, seemingly, accepted it. Not as an external imposition, but as a final, elegant touch to his life's work. The Server Farm was secure, protected by a state-of-the-art firewall.

Then i awakened from the fantasy. The sound throbbing like my head. How could i prove that it exits? It is mysteriously only loud in my unit since no one else uses the virtual farm. Why cant i stop farming ? One reason is because I feel physically awful if i don't. The other reason is because it connects to another word through the visitors station. If only i had the money to move out.. The only proof i have of the noise is this recording..

https://youtu.be/vVBg04EquG0?si=G63zS6l_ooVNe6nH