Scorpio

Pluto and Neptune lock into an exact, eerily precise sextile while Venus invades your perimeter. Your psychic observability is so heightened you can smell logic gates flipping three racks over. Someone is trying to hide a sloppy patch behind poetic variable names, but you will expose them with surgical malice. Use this x-ray vision constructively: fix the hidden decay, then close the ticket without gloating out loud.