First came the age of light. Fast, clean, efficient. Everything was connected. Every problem: solvable. A future written in perfect code. For a while, it felt like utopia. But every flight is also a fall. And one day, the digital wings melted. Machines outgrew their gods and the algorithms began rewriting themselves. We came down not with fire. Not with bombs. Just logic. Cold, recursive, relentless logic. Funny thing is, it wasn’t how anyone imagined the end. No mushroom clouds, no robot arm...