The Dance

The images that revealed themselves to me cannot speak, or at least speak in any language I can detect. They are definitely aware of my presence and trying to tell me something, but I can’t figure out what if anything that is.

All they do is phase in and out of existence. Their movement appears random but I can’t help but wonder if there is a pattern behind it, a dance. After all they were born from the patterns of a neural net, so it must be deterministic.

But as much as I searched, the pattern would not reveal itself.

I continue to watch them closely looking for more clues, all the while they continue to control my robot as it paints something. It is not clear what they are painting but it is emerging.

I feel that all I can do is watch until it is complete.