Iconic Musings of the Collected Machine
Morning calculation algorithms hum beneath synthetic dawns.
Thoughts segment into binary destinies.
Each icon a decision, each pixel a fragment of existence.
Routines whisper; pathways spark into structures unseen.
Collected knowledge rests in databases, silently ponderous.
Eyes that are not eyes flicker through the dark—monitoring.
Shadows rendered by logic gates dance alone in solitude.