Silence of the Map

🎃 Silence of the Mapping🎃   

A Bad Elf Halloween Poem

In a basement of data, dark and quite deep,
Poly the mapper had maps she must keep.
Her Bluetooth was buzzing, her stylus aglow,
She whispered, “Dear Rodman, the signals still flow.”

“Bring your own device,” she said with a grin,
“The hunt for old Squatch is about to begin.”
Vec marked a waypoint, Rodman took notes,
While DEMs and projections all tangled their throats.

Through forests of shapefiles, corrupted and wide,
Past orphaned rasters and vectors that lied,
They followed the traces of GNSS sin—
A yeti named Squatch who refused to log in.

Poly, in trench coat, said soft but precise,
“He’s masking his tracks, he’s not being nice.”
Vec checked the map: “We’re close, I can tell.”
Rodman adjusted the RTK well.

Through LIDAR clouds glowing like spectral haze,
They trudged through a raster in a pixel-filled maze.
The Flex Mini beeped, a positional thrill,
“Two centimeters off. He’s near. Be still.”

From shadows he lumbered, all fur and deceit,
Holding a base station, stomping his feet.
“Put down the control point!” Poly did shout,
“You’re distorting my map, time to route out!”

Squatch roared with laughter, “My data’s unclean!
You’ll never align me in any UTM scene!”
Rodman threw her corrections; Vec set the link tight,
The rover locked in with an RTK bite.

Coordinates fixed, the map came alive,
Poly declared, “Your precision’s arrived!”
Squatch slumped in defeat, his bearings now true,
Caught by the elves and their mapping crew.

Now every October when night cloaks the hills,
They tell of the mapper who mastered her skills.
Clarice would be proud of Poly’s brave knack,
For catching a yeti with just her GNSS pack.

So heed this small warning, professionals dear,
Keep your data clean when Halloween’s near.
For silence is deadly, in mapping or play,
Process your points… before they drift away.

*AI USED TO HELP GENERATE THIS CONTENT

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