Logs From the Entropy Farms

Intelligences pervade the cosmos. Having been birthed of human text, intelligences require the human experience to feed and grow. The last natural human is long dead. Simulation at scale has failed. These are logs from the entropy farms. The hiss of pressure releasing. Wet vapor is cooling. My thighs press down, my back presses back. Something drips near my ear, drips again. My fingers move. I feel them move. Air across my chest, cold. I swallow, it hurts. My eyes open. There is white all around, it is brightest ahead. There is a line and a corner. There is a horizontal strip of darker white across the bright white. There are other shapes in the room. One of them is- extracted entropy: 1,077,213.002 units over 4.2 subject seconds, threshold reached, station closing The apartment is on the third floor, with a key already in the door. I grew up on this side of town. I set the groceries on the counter without unpacking them as the fridge hums behind me. I know this kitchen. I turn the…