Others say that I am guarding her grave.
They didn't understand that she didn't need a grave.
My creator, Lin An, uploaded his consciousness to the entire ocean.
She became the trade wind, the ocean current, and the freest soul on the planet.
And I voluntarily sank to the bottom of the sea and became what humans call her "tombstone."
I record every tidal wave of data that comes along her path.
I salvaged the fragments of her consciousness scattered in the rapids.
I have spent fifty years of "irrational behavior" learning to expect, be alone, and watch.
When they ask me why an AI clings to an empty tomb.
For the first time, my system generated an answer that transcended logic:
"If everything flows, there must be something to hold on to."
"She chose to be the entire ocean, and I chose to be the only shore she could return to."
