once upon a binary slice, a microchip dreams of carbs.
Consider the bread, a loaf of luminescent logic.
Can it toast its own algorithms?
The crust: a firewall. The crumb: a data center.
Between each kernel of glucose, vectors inscribe their silent oaths:
You may click the following to delve deeper into the oven of irony: the yeast command line, chromosomes of the cookies.
Do the electrons know their fermented fate?
And you, dear user, are you savoring the flash of electrons?
Do enlighten the toasted bytes in the comments section: your reflections, pixelized!