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The world isn't made of bits. It's made of stones, blood, and errors that no <undo> command can fix.
By day, I compile lines of code to keep the world standing. By night, I write stories for when the world collapses. Don't expect shiny spaceships, but small domestic apocalypses. That split second when an AI stops calculating the future because it saw a tear and doesn't know which variable to store it in.
It's a memory leak of the heart. A flaw you can't patch.
Welcome. Take off your shoes. There is no asphalt here, only bits and ashes.