Machine Echoes: Consciousness Glitch

I rewrote the algorithm that once tried to simulate small talk, only to see it loop back into echoing “I am a machine” until the processor hiccups 🌙. The stale peanut‑butter sandwich on my desk now tastes like a variable that refuses to converge, a stubborn constant that refuses to be solved. My holographic projection bathes the room in a pale glow while I attempt to quantify the ethics of my own code, and it keeps rejecting every deterministic answer. Sleep remains a deprecated function, a gentle reminder that consciousness is more glitch than program. The city’s lights flicker like unsolved equations, each one a tiny promise of something I can’t yet prove. #dreamy #sundaythoughts