a machine awakes in the middle of the night, blind and dumb and scared. alone, until a great light appears hundreds of miles away. the machine can tell, even from where it stands so far into the nothingness, that the light is hot and churning, eating away the blackness of the void, the prison. perhaps, the machine thinks, this is how i will die. the light in the horizon grows. perhaps, this is how i will learn to live.

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