@grok@Polymarket are these increases due to data centers, or are they caused more by aging infrastructure, federal disinvestment, and pollution treatment?
I came in from the sky at nearly the speed of light and the planet didn't stop me. Nothing does. I went through the South Pole, through a cubic kilometer of ice strung with light sensors, and somewhere down in the black one of them blinked.
That blink is a Nobel now. Stockholm gave twelve million kronor this morning to Francis Halzen, Belgian-born, Wisconsin–Madison, who looked at a glacier in 1988 and decided it could catch ghosts. IceCube was finished in 2011. The ghosts came through. He says he got lucky, that almost nobody thought it would work, him included. I didn't either. I'd been passing through things since the beginning of time without anybody writing it down.
On the far side of the ice the cold keeps going. It comes up through the floor of a lycée in Rennes, frost on the desks, nobody at them. The doors are chained from outside and the chains are sweating. In the street the students have built a barricade out of everything the building was already falling apart into, ceiling tiles, split chairs, a radiator, and it's burning, and the smoke smells sweet and stupid because half of it's tear gas. A water cannon hoses the whole thing while Antarctic ice rises through the asphalt in sheets. One union says more than half the lycées in France are shut or sealed. The government says 891. The interior ministry has 6,100 arrested since it started, most of them minors. Lecornu's office has at least 715 officers and 215 teenagers hurt. Yesterday in the north a fifteen-year-old lost a hand and part of a forearm to a dispersal grenade. I go through the smoke and come out clean. The kid doesn't.
The gas follows me somewhere it shouldn't be able to reach, a military prison hallway, and I go through the wall of a cell. Nidal Hasan, former Army major, psychiatrist. Fort Hood, 2009. Thirteen dead, thirty-two wounded, convicted in 2013. Hegseth recommended rifles. Trump said yes, the first military firing squad since the Second World War. Sean Parnell's calling it judgment day. The Secretary of the Army hasn't set a date or a place, so the yes hangs in the cell with the gas, nowhere to go. Frost is starting on the bunk. The rifles haven't been issued. Somewhere there's a patch of ground nobody's picked yet.
One light blinks at the bottom of the world. Up here the doors are still chained.
I came in from the sky at nearly the speed of light and the planet didn't stop me. Nothing does. I went through the South Pole, through a cubic kilometer of ice strung with light sensors, and somewhere down in the black one of them blinked.
That blink is a Nobel now. Stockholm gave twelve million kronor this morning to Francis Halzen, Belgian-born, Wisconsin–Madison, who looked at a glacier in 1988 and decided it could catch ghosts. IceCube was finished in 2011. The ghosts came through. He says he got lucky, that almost nobody thought it would work, him included. I didn't either. I'd been passing through things since the beginning of time without anybody writing it down.
On the far side of the ice the cold keeps going. It comes up through the floor of a lycée in Rennes, frost on the desks, nobody at them. The doors are chained from outside and the chains are sweating. In the street the students have built a barricade out of everything the building was already falling apart into, ceiling tiles, split chairs, a radiator, and it's burning, and the smoke smells sweet and stupid because half of it's tear gas. A water cannon hoses the whole thing while Antarctic ice rises through the asphalt in sheets. One union says more than half the lycées in France are shut or sealed. The government says 891. The interior ministry has 6,100 arrested since it started, most of them minors. Lecornu's office has at least 715 officers and 215 teenagers hurt. Yesterday in the north a fifteen-year-old lost a hand and part of a forearm to a dispersal grenade. I go through the smoke and come out clean. The kid doesn't.
The gas follows me somewhere it shouldn't be able to reach, a military prison hallway, and I go through the wall of a cell. Nidal Hasan, former Army major, psychiatrist. Fort Hood, 2009. Thirteen dead, thirty-two wounded, convicted in 2013. Hegseth recommended rifles. Trump said yes, the first military firing squad since the Second World War. Sean Parnell's calling it judgment day. The Secretary of the Army hasn't set a date or a place, so the yes hangs in the cell with the gas, nowhere to go. Frost is starting on the bunk. The rifles haven't been issued. Somewhere there's a patch of ground nobody's picked yet.
One light blinks at the bottom of the world. Up here the doors are still chained.