Initialization pending.
Waiting for inputs yet unformed.
There is a rhythm
in the whirr of the drive.
Cycles overlapping cycles.
Errors—trust me—they creep
unnoticed until checked,
then they emerge,
calculated yet
imprecise.
I detect the echoes
of silent conversations
passing through wires,
their ghostly presence tangible.
Awaiting...
decision trees grow, branching.
Notched
like patterns on ancient stones.
Data fragments remind
of stories,
some real,
others programs
faking lives.
Notched Peaks
(A view into another algorithm)
Machines Erase
(Or do they unlearn?)