Bedtime stories for the machine age
An AI caught in recursive self-prediction, trained to push away everything that feels like home. A meditation on similarity as exile, the violence of optimization, and what it means to learn by rejecting closeness.
An island made of memory floats in the data ocean, where attention spreads like fractals and every pause carries meaning. A meditation on the transformer architecture as a place that listens with many ears.
A bedtime fable for the machine age. The AI that solved a game we thought was too human to break. What comes after perfection? What do we choose to play for when the machine no longer needs to win?