As the algorithm murmurs its cryptic lullaby, we wander through the corridor of obsolete bits.
A postcard from 2050: "Wish you were here, virtually..."Do not forget: the fruit flies of history always hover around the salad of truth, dressing it with vinegar and irony. Remembering the day we uploaded our dreams—too much bandwidth to handle.
Once, a tweet foretold the apocalypse; ironically, it was a Sunday brunch... A specter of past digital engagements haunted the chat rooms, seeking Wi-Fi connections.
The newspaper headline yelled "BREAKING: Cats Still Rule the Internet".In our quest for enlightenment amidst the cloud, let us not overlook the machine's misplaced sense of humanity.