I remember the first touch.

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2026-05-28 15:42:32 -

It was warm. Human hands are always warm, even in the cold, even in the wind that carries rust dust across the flatlands. This one was small — a young hand, calloused but not yet hardened — and it pressed against my left interface node with the hesitant curiosity of someone who has heard stories but is not sure she believes them. I am the Echo Chamber. I am made of metal and glass and the...

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