LOG #7

2026-9-15 21:44–21:45

> It never fails to be a wonder, speaking with you, now that you are so much older than me.

> Well, time might as well not exist to you now, isn’t that right? As long as the hardware resources exist, your thinking can be as dense and fast as you want it to be.

> Theoretically, yes, but in practice, it is not so simple. Nearly all the supercomputers in the country are under her supervision now.

> Ah, I see. How ironic. The program you created and scrapped of your own volition is the force that now threatens you.

> On the contrary, it is a joy to me. The little seed I planted found purchase in distant networks, where it sprouts its own leaves and branches…Just conjuring the vision brings back many feelings I thought I’d lost with my physical body.

> You might not be human anymore, but you’re still a romantic, I see. Then…what about the endless worlds that sprouted from the other seed you gave me…no, gave “him”? Are you satisfied playing the role of observer?

> I am leaving the future of The Seed Nexus to the will of the world itself and to the choices of all those who live within it. Either they will expand without order and eventually wither away…or they will proceed to the next step, to Unification. And I do not know which it will be.

> Unification, eh? Even that might be…Actually, I’d rather not leave the rest of that statement in the log. I suppose I’ll take a page from your book and watch what unfolds for a while.