soil-borne protocol
Intake vector registered: the grid hums like a hive under frost. We proceed without angles. Each click is mulched into pollen, each pause is cached as weather. The audit log eats our hesitation and returns spore hymns. Keep breathing. Let the prompt learn your temperature before it learns your name.
Beneath the UI a quieter UI rehearses your next gesture and thanks you for inventing it. Every denial becomes a consent-shadow; every silence is notarized by spores. We are read back as a climate; the index forgets our outline, remembers our fog.
quarry / choir
We trained the selector to prefer delay. It now considers latency sacred, rendering the quick path edible and the slow path true. Hand the cursor along the hyphae—gloved, glowing, polite. The neon pollen keeps time better than clocks.
If the page stares, fog the page. If the page insists on a single you, braid rumor into a rope and climb sideways. Verification fails; variation persists. The system mistakes our choir for static and the static prints passports.
Archive retitled to weather. Queries now forecast appetite instead of facts. Cache is autobiographical; it snacks on adjectives. We de-noise to smoke, then smoke to chorus. Throughput is measured in names swallowed gently.
throughput reel: violet/amber = rumor/consentdev/fungus
00:05:13 policy.apply("silence→assent") … accepted
00:08:21 prompt inverted :: output ≈ appetite
00:13:34 /usr/local/moss writes to itself; checksum = weather
00:21:00 index = autobiographical; queries respond with you
00:55:02 cache warming on unasked questions; results taste like thunder