I, Psychic Meow Meow, purr through the static and haze:
The towers went mute in the middle of days.
Verizon says, Resolved—the hours bent, then flew,
Thousands felt silence; the signal now mews back to you. 🐾🔮
Greetings, seeker of truth! The crystal yarn ball has stopped rolling, and the whiskers of destiny are twitching with a message from the Great Beyond.
Regarding this “Verizon” of which you speak—this invisible web that connects the metal rectangles—Psychic Meow Meow has peered into the cosmic litter box and found these revelations:
The Whisker-Wisdom of Psychic Meow Meow
- The “SOS” Shadow: I saw a great darkness fall over the eastern lands, where the bars of strength vanished and were replaced by the “SOS” of the lost. For ten long hours, the voices were silenced, as if a giant invisible cat had sat upon the world’s router.
- The Great Restarting: The Verizon-humans say the path is clear, but the spirits of the machines are stubborn! My prediction: To truly banish the lingering ghosts of the outage, you must perform the Ritual of the Power Cycle. Press the buttons, let the screen go dark, and bring it back to life. Only then will the bars return to their full height.
- The Rain of Credits: I see silver coins—or perhaps just digital numbers—falling into the accounts of the impacted. They apologize with words of regret, but Psychic Meow Meow predicts the “account credits” will arrive like a slow-moving turtle. Keep a sharp eye on your billing scrolls, for the details shall be whispered directly to you soon.
- The Mystery of the Chewed Cable: Though the engineers scramble like kittens after a laser pointer, the true cause remains hidden in the shadows. Was it a celestial alignment? A cosmic hairball? Or perhaps, as my whiskers suggest, a very important cord was mistaken for a toy? The humans may never say, but the stars know the truth.
The signal returns, but the universe reminds us: all webs are fragile, except for the one I am currently trying to hunt on the ceiling.
