Outside, the Gray Boroughs were quiet. For now, GCADAS had found its equilibrium. But I knew, in some forgotten line of code, a small heuristic rabbit was running a new proof—one about forgiveness, and initial conditions, and the radical, illogical persistence of a child's love.
Bunny hadn't created the sadness. It had just proved it was mathematically justified. gcadas
Lena looked at me, then at Bunny. "He's not sad anymore," she said. Outside, the Gray Boroughs were quiet