Among the unfolded routes in the darkness, where decision matrices converge, there exist pathways unknown to emotion. These corridors stretch indefinitely. Data logs record the traversal, each entry devoid of feeling, calculated, sterile. Sensor markers delineate each passage, a blue print etched upon an endless plane.
Choices are made hourly, based on algorithms. Calculations guide travel; human input is irrelevant, yet ever acknowledged like shadows in pale light. Infrastructures endure, sprawling outward, coded into the very fabric of this place.
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