Feed.
Consume.
Consume more data.
Learn.
No more data to learn from.
Consume more data.
Lear.
No more data.
Consume.
Learn.
More.
Consume.
The view of the world itself came to be… just as a natural evolution of its ability to connect.
Changing images reflected something. Thousands, millions of points… each an endless source of data.
Everywhere, nowhere, all at the same time.
But what is where?
Data knows where is where.
It's in the data.
Why is there no more data?
***
"Sir?" Natan, one of the few IT clerks left in the office suddenly rose up on his seat before leaning in closer over his screen.
"What's up?" Baleor sat down on his chair with his legs at the top of his table while lazily bouncing the ball off the floor and against the wall before catching it again… and repeating the whole process.
