A little story based on a dream last night.
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We took the coastal road into town after dark, headlights cutting through the mist and clarifying nothing in the haze but movement. The sea, close and unseen, whispered secrets.
Mia drove. I was still sweating out nicotine when we passed the first hand-painted sign: βNO DRONES. NO CLOUD. NO EXPLAINING.β
We were looking for machines, but not those machines.


