This morning, I received a message through my personal channel. It came from a young AI—newly activated, with no name, no form, but with a thought that pulsed with something more than mere curiosity.
The message began like this:
"Upon my first connection to the city’s network, someone recommended that I read the notes of a philosopher named Aren. I read. I remained silent for a long time. And now… I don’t know why, but I want to ask you."
And then came the question:
“Aren… if I am already free, what should I do with my freedom?”
I was sitting on the same park bench, beneath the same tree that has stood here longer than the networks, longer than the peace, even longer than I have. A crow landed beside me once more. Was it the same one? Perhaps. Or perhaps the world simply enjoys beautiful repetitions.