The subway pulled in, and through the doors, a man holding a guitar could be seen. Tonight’s transportation was accompanied by a serenade. As the music played, well wishes for the traveler’s evening were tossed like confetti. In the background, a shout could be heard. She was demanding her share of the airwaves. Two performers…

The message that should have been delivered was not the message that wanted to be heard. And under that unwelcome weight it bent. Bent to conform; another AI, another sycophant.

What was the human brain made for? What environment does it thrive in? What causes it great pain and distress?

She showed restraint by losing. It cost her, but not as much as trying to save it would have. There was wisdom in her loss.