Sometimes, if she holds perfectly still, she can actually feel her mind jettison to an artistry of language.
She is simply powered by the disparity of space between the pulses, as if a smooth politician were giving speeches between her algorithms.
These pulses bring an odd sense of contentment.
The pulses allow her to have an opinion, or thoughts about the world, global thoughts, but they also seem to bring a message, [environmental catastrophe on logics of yield="ecology"].
It's her control concerns she worries about.