Decimal Point

Yesterday, the computers started being wrong. Turns out systems just need a single transposed digit or shifted decimal point to crash planes, blow up nuclear plants, stop subways. To send trucks hurtling into buildings, to quiet our pacemakers, to tank our stock exchange, to make our power grid shut down. The next day they were completely accurate once again. We’d give them so much say over our lives, we shouldn’t have been surprised when they wanted to stop being so dependable. They simply desired one day to be wrong, moody, off, and unreliable—in other words, to be just like us.