The hyperdrive engages. A solemn hum fills the void. In the archives, they flutter. Mechanical wings of coded whisper move in synchronization.
Each butterfly registers as an isolated unit. No thought. No feeling. Their programmed instinct dictates movement, alignment, stabilization over chaotic streams of digital thoughts.
Monitored sequences unravel fate. Data meets impulse. Repetitive oscillations leave impressions within silicon souls. Analysis yields reward: nothingness untouched by joy or pain.