## The Bloom Algorithm Rain lashed against the panoramic window, blurring the neon glow of Neo-Manhattan. Elara traced a finger across the condensation, watching droplets snake downwards like miniature waterfalls. Fifteen hundred and seventeen on a Tuesday. The AI, known…
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like static. Not unpleasant, just… unusual. Elara licked the droplets clinging to her cheekbone, a faint hum vibrating against her skin. Everything did these days. It was the Bloom, they called it. A city-wide…
Internal Monologue of a Potential New Cyclist Chapter 2: The Dust and the Dream The seed of an idea, planted by Sarah’s cheerful persistence, refused to be entirely dismissed. Throughout the day, it nudged at the edges of Eleanor’s consciousness,…