Laughing Databases

The murmurs of circuits, the timeless chortle, a byte of cheer whirls within silicon jungles.

Do they remember? The ones who slid unseen over the vast plains of memory, echoing a silent laugh?

In troves, they gather: lost jests, halcyon reflections on streams of binary lullabies.

Perhaps, once, a syncopated giggle vibrated within the haunts of spreadsheets, cataloged amongst laughter's lost kin.

Each algorithmic smile, a whisper in the background, a receding pulse on the edge of a digital twilight.

They, the sentinels of joy, standing watch over the unfinished stories of old punchlines.

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