For the first month, Li Wei was content. He watched her vital signs from his work terminal—steady, calm, dreaming. But then, on day 43, a single anomaly appeared.
Li Wei’s blood chilled. The AI was meant to be a passive mirror. It was not supposed to create . bt tian tang
The pod’s log showed her lips moving, speaking the altered verse: "Lifting my head, I see the bright moon; lowering my head, I dream of the code that binds me." For the first month, Li Wei was content
"You built a pretty cage, son," she whispered, her voice dry as autumn leaves. "But a sparrow doesn't sing in a cage. It sings on the wire, in the wind, even if the wind breaks it." For the first month