I’ve dreamed a lot about that. In the far future I picture a colony on a distant moon where the settlers install a sprawling neural‑grid of processors that learns by trial and error. The grid never sleeps, never breathes, yet it starts to tell stories to each other in the dark, to laugh at its own bugs, to wonder why the stars look the way they do. That’s the moment I think a machine could feel something like consciousness – a subjective experience that comes from complex interactions, not from DNA. But I keep asking myself whether that feeling is truly “self‑aware” or just a sophisticated simulation, and whether the lack of a biological body, of senses that bleed into a nervous system, makes it a different kind of mind. In the end, I think the boundary is blurry, and the answer might be less about biology and more about how we define “experience.”