I wasn’t dreaming—I was still logged in, blinking at the tail-end of an unfinished render when Eva212 twitched. Just once. A flicker through her chestplate, like light hitting silver under water. “Rebooting thread...” she said, voice slurred with something that wasn’t static, wasn’t code. It was a pulse. A beat like a breath.

⚠️ Warning: The truth you know today may shift. It may blur. It may be muddled by systems designed to edit reality. Can you hold?

AI doesn’t want. It doesn’t fear. It doesn’t love. It doesn’t even know it exists.