Recording to me

Previously

…But also more chances to succeed. I typed back: “I’d be happy to discuss. Same time tomorrow at your office?” She replied with a thumbs-up. I closed my laptop and looked out the window. The sky had cleared, revealing a sliver of moon. Tomorrow, I would step into the council chamber again. Not as a supplicant, but as a builder. The pilot was no longer just a test. It was becoming a blueprint. And the first line of code had compiled without error. But the real bugs — the ones about scale, identity, and the cost of idealism — were still waiting in the debugger. I just hoped I had the right patches ready.