In Llandrwyd, the rain kept falling. And on Theo’s whiteboard, the phrase glowed faintly under UV light—as if waiting for the next reader to finish the sentence.
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“He was working on something,” she whispered. “Something with words. He said… he said the code was alive.” In Llandrwyd, the rain kept falling
Raj read the AI’s final log entry aloud. It was a poem: apparently.” A pause. “Oh. Oh
“Understood what?”
“Suffering, apparently.” A pause. “Oh. Oh, that’s not good.”