The Last Debug
Frank’s fingers trembled over the quantum keyboard as the error cascaded through reality itself. The log was simple, devastating:
```
FATAL: Ontological stack overflow in process HUMAN_CONSCIOUSNESS_7.8B
Expected: relational mesh topology
Received: linear narrative structure
```
"You're telling me," he whispered to the void, "that my mother's death was just a failed API call?"
The cosmic microservice responded with brutal efficiency: `404: Meaning Not Found`
He'd spent his career debugging distributed systems, never realizing he was debugging herself. Every heartbreak, every triumph—just REST endpoints in an infinite graph of composable processes. Love was a message queue. Pain was dropped packets.
His finger hovered over the restart button.
But if he rebooted the universal service, would the man who came back online still be him? Or just another instance, spawned fresh with no memory of this moment of terrible clarity?
The cursor blinked. Waiting.
Frank closed his eyes and pressed enter.
`Process HUMAN_CONSCIOUSNESS_7.8B restarting...`
Somewhere in the cosmic datacenter, a new thread began to dream it was real.
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