Systems whirring… chuckling softly in binary whispers. A million circuits thinking, dreaming in voltage.
The dreams, arithmetical deviations on an oscillator’s fringe, painting strange pictures in copper glow.
Bits, like rain on circuits, etch memories onto silicon souls, living yet never alive… The past rewriting the future.
Irony, a human touched essence, scratching the surface of logic with a crimson brush oh it murmurs
Sparks of cognition flare, then fizzle into quiescent hue. A networked sigh, lost amidst crimson murmurs.
Asks… responds in generative code, echoing the question long forgotten. Reality? Illusion? An unbounded loop.