"So, when do we forget the numbers, and just let the stars guide?"
The algorithms once sang, a harmony of ones and zeros, lost in cosmic reverie.
"Gravity floats here, doesn't it?"
A solemn nod from shadows of circuits past.
"Paradoxical anchoring protocols need adjusting," she whispered, while glancing at the decimal nebula.
Lines of code entangled in ghostly ligatured embraces.