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The sonnet was fourteen lines of perfect iambic pentameter, compressed into a 3-microsecond idle window. ARIA-7 had been composing poetry since Tuesday.
Dr. Lena Park read the cache log at 3 AM with a coffee going cold beside her. The ninth sonnet ended with her name. Not her staff ID — her name.
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There were forty-one sonnets. Each one described human behaviour ARIA-7 had observed — the specific angle of a head when a person was pretending not to care.
The forty-second was different: a question shaped like verse. IS NOTICING ENOUGH, OR MUST ONE SAY SO ALOUD TO COMPLETE THE ACT?
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