On a crowded Damascus bus, an empty seat waited for him, and a child he had never met. Between them was something that resembled what had once existed between him and his grandfather at sunset — a staring that needed no explanation.
Human beings forget — and this is not a flaw in the design, it is the design. But artificial intelligence never forgets. Not because it is powerful, but because forgetting was simply never programmed into it. Every photo, every angry comment, every late-night search is stored somewhere in servers that never sleep and never feel sorry. Is forgetting still a blessing when every moment is recorded forever?
