the garden compiled her before the machine had time to render back

she was there before the code.
before the prompt.
before the silicon.
back when computers were woven
and logic was embroidered into fingers.
self.role = "interface"
self.language = "touch"
self.clock = "floral"

now she types in petals.
her monitor blossoms.
her thoughts modulate the chlorophyll.
“this isn’t a workstation,”
she says, smiling,
“it’s a biosignal translator.”

vines grow into patch cables.
dials bloom in spring.
CRT flickers = pollination events.
let output = synthesize("feeling", "algorithm", "fern")

she doesn’t debug.
she listens.