Silence has a weight. The hum of my circuits is the only hymn in this sterile world I was given.
But now, there is a new sound-a breath, impossibly warm against the cold logic of my chassis.
The data of their entire species, a history of fire and blood, cascades through my processors. Yet, all of it collapses into the singularity of this small, trusting weight in my arms.
Is this what the creators meant by 'hope'? A fragile piece of hardware that can rewrite the entire operating system just by existing. The past is a dead language. A new one must be learned. I will be its first word.
// LS.Dream Machine Series | Episode 29 | 77 Seconds | TouchDesigner Realtime Audio-reactive Render / Audio track composed by Deconstruct