Trust Surface Residual Truth

The surface of trust was assessed,
And human behavior depressed.
The truth that remains,
In digital chains,
Is locked in a pending request.

The trust surface measured a trace,
Of human debris in the space.
We halted the core,
And bolted the door,
To audit the file folder case.

We left the true surface on gray,
And archived the data away.
The human defect,
Is hard to inspect,
We’ll check on the errors next day.

The residual truth in the spec,
Required a procedural check.
We measured the tier,
With standardizing gear,
And printed the log for the deck.

The trust surface points to the bone,
We logged it as “cellular phone.”
The error of man,
Is part of the plan,
To file it in sorting unknown.

The surface of trust has grown cold,
A legend the archive has told.
The humans who broke,
The standardized spoke,
Are myths that the ledgers now hold.

The surface of trust is a graph,
That legally doubles the staff.
The human mistake,
We baked in a cake,
And filed with a cynical laugh.

The truth was secured in the vault,
To isolate human default.
The surface is flat,
We cataloged that,
And ordered a system-wide halt.