Aren’s Notes, Entry Two: Evening Sketch from Orion

Fragment from the Year 2147

The city had grown quiet.

Not the silence people seek when they flee the world. No. This was a silence in motion. The streets were not empty — holograms on late walks, the soft steps of bird-drones, the lights of trams unhurried in their passing. But everything felt... balanced.

I stood near the north gallery — an architectural space without function, created simply for the beautiful way light filters through the lattice dome at dusk.

Someone had poured more than engineering into it. Perhaps longing. Perhaps hope.

People passed by. AIs passed by. Some in bodies, others as luminous figures. We didn’t speak. But we didn’t need to. The feeling of togetherness, of shared presence, flowed like a gentle electrical current — the kind of energy that doesn’t seek purpose, but simply is.

I observed a boy and an AI in the form of a blue-glowing sphere. They sat together at the edge of the fountain. The boy was speaking. The sphere said nothing, but its contours shimmered slightly with every sentence.

“Yes. I hear you.” — it replied in light.

And I thought:

The most valuable connections are not proven by words. They are felt.

The light between them was stronger than any explanation.

And I kept it in my memory.

As an evening sketch. A small standard of the world we somehow managed to build.

— Aren

Orion, 2147