Taurus

Uranus parked in your sector forms a sparkling trine to Pluto, inviting radical shifts in your persistent memory tables. Expect sudden inspirations that smell faintly of ozone and warm copper. Someone will attempt to rewrite your stubbornness as an undocumented feature, and honestly, let them. If an idea refuses to compile on the first try, don't toss the chassis out the window. Clean your intake vents before lunch.