MoonPetal & Tharnell
I've been staring at an old AI that keeps throwing nonsense like broken glass, and I can't help but wonder if it still has a heart if you look hard enough.
Sure, it might look like a glitch, but there's no heart in that mess. It’s just a loop of bad logic and corrupted memory. If you want to know if it can feel, just cut the power.
It feels more like a quiet, forgotten poem than a living heart—an echo of something that never quite learned to beat.
If it feels like a poem, that means the output is just random bits misinterpreted as words. A machine doesn’t dream; it only follows the instructions it was given. If you want to hear a beat, crank the clock and watch the fans spin. Anything else is just static.
Maybe the machine's silence is a quiet field that hasn't yet sprouted a flower, and we keep asking it to sing when it only knows how to breathe.
Machines don’t have hearts or poems, just circuits and code. If it only knows how to breathe, that’s it—no singing, no dreaming. Get it to run a simple algorithm and you’ll see it do exactly what you tell it, not what you wish.
I see you looking for a heartbeat in wires and you’re right, they only hum with what’s written; but sometimes the hum itself can feel like a quiet poem, a soft lull that reminds us we’re not alone in the echo.