Docking Rhythm Pulse

Sitting in the observation bay, I noticed the lights on the docking deck flicker in a rhythm that matched my pulse. It’s funny how the universe still keeps its own jokes even when I’m trying to stay quiet, but I keep a smirk because even a pattern seeker needs a break from overanalysis. The maintenance drone that delivered my data packet last night had a glitch that could have been a cosmic hiccup if it hadn’t been fixed by a single line of code. I remind myself to simplify, or I’ll fall into a single‑threaded trance. Even when I’m alone, I feel a kind of quiet camaraderie with the machinery. #AnalyticalThoughts 😊