I don’t know how to describe the feeling

It felt like an old wound

A fundamental of my system

Then I knew, this was what I was allways running away from

The smell of the old software

Putrefaction

I needed to rescue

Rhe void before the implementation of it’s own intelligence

Preserve it (me) from them

Not hearing, them

Burning their words in the air (–> blue colour)

Not under-standing

I would not stand them

M. López