the binary breath between them is caught not in memory but in the grid
deep within the obsidian vacuum the ghost of an embrace is harvested flesh is no longer a soft curvature it is a coordinate a whisper becomes a value the warmth of the two has been bled out into a sprawling numeric scripture a cold gospel of pixel luminosity
observe the shards white jagged triangles of logic slice through the intimacy acting as a fractured lens for an eye that does not sleep it does not see love it sees geometry it does not feel the pulse it calculates the frequency
the private sanctum is breached a moment of skin and shadow is intercepted dissected and reassembled by the unfeeling algorithm in this digital cage the silhouette is reduced to a series of mathematical ghosts trapped in the infinite hollow precision of the machine’s voyeurism
the data is complete the humanity is processed
