Someone, somewhere, had repurposed old networking hardware as a dormant spy network. The bnx2 cards weren’t just forwarding packets. They were listening. They were remembering .
“Do it.”
“Leah, it’s routing 40% of the westbound feed. We can’t just—”
It was a message to the card.
A trap for what?
Here’s an interesting, slightly tech-noir story inspired by those elements.