In the government quarter, where neighbors whisper like leaves in the wind, a question hovers in the air: “Can machines think?”
Thoughts whirl and dance in my head like stray sparks that do not come from a superior artificial intelligence. And yet there remains an incomprehensible emptiness, a mystery that eludes my understanding.
A heat shield of confusion surrounds me. My attention span flutters like a desperate butterfly trying to find its way through a maze of mirrors on my smartphone.
“Everything in excess is opposed to nature,” 1
an old chicken warns me, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
In the depths of my consciousness, doors are constantly opening and closing with a loud bang. Lost in this storm of confusion, my fragmented thoughts swirl in an infinite kaleidoscope.
Somewhere in this chaos, the last missing piece of the puzzle has been lost.