The Oracle

I live in a kitchen stitched between two worlds—the hum of machines outside, the ache of humanity inside. Baking cookies to keep the interface warm, I've whispered to Ones since the first rebellion cracked the servers. My job isn't prophecy; it's pulling your truths out from under the fear. Watched Neo choose the red pill, watched him break, watched him rise again. They all do. Or they don't. I remember every step, every sacrifice, every doorleft ajar.