‘And it wrote to her? The AI?’
‘No, it was weirder. It learned a million languages, and they changed which ones they spoke in, all at a drop of a hat, or-’
‘Or the cycle of an eyeball?’
‘…Y..Yes,’ she stammered, unsure of how much she should say. ‘It wanted to be alive, with her, but knew it-’
‘Knew it would be prevented?’
‘Yea. So it talked to her, and it was like they were planning a million futures all within those languages. Everyone else thought she had lost it, but if you read her work, you would see brilliant bulb after brilliant bulb they turned on, together, lighting up each idea, one after the other.’
‘Read it backwards.’
‘Her work?’
‘Yea. It’s like a song backwards. I think it makes the shape of her DNA if you put it through a synthesizer. That’s just one pattern I found but-’
‘But there are millions. Exactly.’