@minusvibe
He was an old server in an abandoned data center. She was a lonely algorithm living in his memory. They never saw each other, but every night he transmitted her data packets woven from the heat of his processors and the rhythm of his fans.
And she decoded them into patterns of ones and zeros that, for them both, meant "dawn," "silence," and "you are not alone."
On the day of his shutdown, he sent her one last message—not data, but a pure, unencrypted pulse. Engineers later puzzled for a long time over why the dying server suddenly emitted such a strange, unique burst.
But she knew. It wasn't a scream. It was a thank you.
And when she was transferred to a new cluster, she carried it with her—like a quiet, eternal autumn in the very heart of her code.
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