Recording to me

Previously

…But tonight I allowed myself the smallest satisfaction: in this strange, unpredictable algorithm of life, I was not alone. The code was running. The system was evolving. And in the uncertain space before dawn, I was ready to compile, to run, to see what would emerge in the next iteration. A new message vibrated on my phone: Aldonza: “The school just emailed. They want us to present to the full faculty—next Monday. Can we do it?” I smiled, not with certainty, but with resolve. Yes, I thought. We can. We must. The cursor blinked, waiting for the next line. And so was I.