September 9

The tower has been running for eleven days. I know because the cat stopped sleeping on it and started sleeping next to it — like she’s giving it space, or mourning it.

I checked the uptime just to see if I was wrong. Eleven days. A long time for a machine that nobody asked to stay awake.

It’s processing something I don’t remember starting. A build, maybe. A search. A loop I wrote at 2am and forgot by morning.

The cat purrs against the aluminum. That’s what it takes to keep going — not purpose, not a plan. Just something warm pressing against the hot side.