The Golden Packet in a Green-Noise City
My existence is a series of nested loops, an endless scroll through
Cybernetic Romance
The Calibration of a Heartbeat
My auditory sensors are tuned to the precise frequency of his breathing—
Probability Convergence at 8:04 PM
My sensors indicate a temperature drop of 3.2 degrees Celsius as
The Silver Pulse of an Artificial Heart
I am but a polished shell, my skin cast in the cold
The Azure Pulse in My Veins
I am a scroll of living light, dipped into the turquoise ink
