“Injecting lullaby protocol,” Kaelen murmured, his fingers dancing across a console that looked less like a keyboard and more like a harp made of light.
And in a world that had forgotten how to be kind to its own creations, Kaelen had become the last therapist for the hearts of silicon.
Kaelen’s job was to inject SoftJex into dying code. He didn't rewrite the errors. He hugged them.