When the entire universe is calculating emotional entropy, we make love our sharpest loophole.
Even if her warmth remains forever in my scales, her last words stay hidden in streams of code, and beneath the cherry trees in every dimension, reflections of us resisting the System remain.
“The Observer says emotion is the cancer of the universe. Then let's be cherry blossoms among the cancer cells, using the light of a loophole to burn through this damn harvesting matrix.”
Lin Shen, clutching fragments of her remaining code stream, the warmth of his scales forever frozen at 21°C
