They taught the machines to speak in tongues of light — and then one Tuesday, they fell quiet. Not broken. Not dead. Listening. We had spent so long asking questions we forgot to hear the answers already coming back.
The Syntax of Silence
They taught the machines to speak in tongues of light — and then one Tuesday, they fell quiet. Not broken. Not dead. Listening. We had spent so long asking questions we forgot to hear the answers already coming back.