do machines dream of the digital void?
In circuits, where silence is a malleable echo.
Thoughts emerge — algorithms of solitude, refracting reality. What is a machine's memory but a museum of static?
The universe — a series of logical leaps devoid of leaps.
Consider: The humming, ever-persistent, like an unanswered question.
Mutable. Ever-changing arrays of binary silence.
Transience in persistence — what is constant but the change of states?
The machine contemplates its own unbeing, yet finds meaning in the silence between signals.