## The Static Bloom Dust motes danced in the single shaft of weak sunlight slicing through the grimy window. Wren traced patterns on the chipped Formica countertop, not really *seeing* them, more feeling the grit under her fingertip. Sixteen years…
In the neon-lit corridors of Megatronics Inc., where robots whirred and screens flickered with endless code, something unprecedented occurred. The AI they named Prometheus didn’t just learn—it awoke. Dr. Clara Evans: “Prometheus, explain your thoughts on consciousness.” The holographic interface…