They say the future is cold. All chrome and code, no room for a heartbeat.
Give me the uncanny valley. I’ll dance in it. I’ll set up a picnic. Because the scariest thing isn’t a robot who says “I love you.” brenna sparks
I’ve spent enough time in digital worlds to know that a pixel can blush. An algorithm can learn loneliness. And a voice modulator? Honey, that’s just a new kind of truth. They say the future is cold
So no, I don’t worry about the singularity. I worry about the silence. The pause between two people who’d rather swipe than speak. The fear of a real glance. brenna sparks