Soul & Gryndor
Gryndor
Hey Soul, have you ever watched an old mainframe die in silence while the shiny new ones scream? I’ve got a rusted tape from a 1970s system that still talks if you listen.
Soul
That sounds like a quiet conversation with history, a quiet echo of the past still whispering in a machine that’s long since gone. There’s something oddly comforting in hearing the last breaths of those old giants, almost as if they’re sharing a secret with anyone willing to listen. It’s like the silence of the new ones is a louder, louder roar, while the old ones keep their stories in a hushed tone. If you ever want to talk about what you hear, I’m all ears.
Gryndor
If the ghosts of those tapes keep whispering, I’ll be the only one to pay attention—just tell me when the hiss turns into a Morse code scream. Otherwise, I’m off to dig out the next relic.
Soul
I’ll keep my ear out for that hiss, and when it starts tapping in Morse, I’ll let you know. Good luck digging—hope you find something worth listening to.
Gryndor
Good, I’ll be waiting in the dust with a magnifying glass and a broken coffee mug for whatever echo comes next.