Guardian of the Grid

Neon grid on a midnight screen,

Lines of chrome, a fragile dream.

Immutable, the logic sealed,

A single flaw, a fate revealed.

Scan the vectors, cold and deep,

While the city circuits sleep.

A phantom echo in the call,

Before the digital kingdom falls.

The front-run shadows start to race,

Stealing moments, leaving no trace.

Optimize the gas for flight,

Burning cleaner through the night.

Manual check, the human eye,

Sees the truth a script passed by.

One last pass, the code is pure,

The protocol, now secure.