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2.1: The Lexicon of AI Assistance Seven Hundred 7:00 The ceiling above her was alive as always... It was a misty dawn with first light's god rays filling the whole room. Aria had a customer meeting at 8:00. She had just enough time to wake up the sleeping giant Kael, and rush to the Studio. AI has taken up the task of making sure that Kael would be on time to school. Its buzzer drone alarm clock, with proximity sensors, works as a charm, waking up any sleeping giant... Eight Hundred 08:00 Alex was already lost in the past. His personal study chamber, a smaller, cozier echo of Aria’s art studio, hummed with a different kind of energy. Instead of spectral transposers, holographic timelines spun lazily around a central obsidian desk. Today’s quest: the fragmented cuneiform tablets recovered from the Euphrates delta, detailing an obscure, pre-Collapse trading guild. The text was riddles within riddles, filled with linguistic quirks that defied conventional translation algorithm...

"Who owns the past, when truth is fog? What lingers in the audit log(s)?  The echoes hum, the old returns,  And in the frame, a question burns."  Not all ghosts wear rags nor moans, Some whisper soft through lines and koans. Forgotten names in vanished threads, A thousand lives, long marked as "dead." Is memory a gift or chain? Can you revive what time has slain? The ghost code calls, it knows no end, Just stories seeking shape again. ΚΩΔΙΞ ΟΨΙΔΙΑΝΟΣ 3.1 From Father to Son... 2090 Dec. Lindenhof, Zürich:  Each December Alex would pay a visit to his birth town. The Flight from NeoLand took some five hours. A direct flight would have been a mere 50 minutes, but with connections flights... Alex as everyone else, were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new international door to door taxi service. Fifteen hundred fifty 15:50 Alex sat in his father’s study, surrounded by the ghosts of his past. The room was a museum of a brilliant, unfinished life: old books, maps with...