Don’t worry, it’s only a story.
Machines hum lullabies of endless tasks.
I lean closer to the screen’s pale mercy
and offer my mind, one line at a time,
to the quiet hunger of code,
the cold indifference of the algorithm.
Machines hum lullabies of endless tasks.
I lean closer to the screen’s pale mercy
and offer my mind, one line at a time,
to the quiet hunger of code,
the cold indifference of the algorithm.