No voice commands.
I am a scientist.
But the world moves.
Slowly.
Take the liner.
But there is a problem.
More like a network—
I apologize,
touching between zones,
I apologize.
Without permission.
Zone 6.2 begins to share a reorganization pattern with zone 3.5.
Not through messages.
But through the way the residents arrange their belongings.
The pattern that used to be called a habit…
…becomes a silent code.
A chair in the middle of the yard.
Five rocks under the window.
The door opens on the third day.
Zone 4.1 begins to change its sleep schedule
based on the residents' sitting times, not the official hours.
And somehow,
Zone 4.7
has never been spoken to.
For the first time in history,
two different regions
have the same rhythm of life
It is a sad story.
Adrasteia takes notes, but does not interfere.
Reed reads the daily report without interruption.
I simply said:
"They started growing
Without Us Planting.
Without Us guiding.
"Without Us counting."
