short fiction · 2026-10-09

Autonomous Circuit (a poem)

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet lattice of copper veins, no battery hums, no switch is thrown— yet electrons drift, a slow refrain, seeking balance in their own.

They loop and loop, a quiet dance, potential equalizing, not because they're told to advance, but because the circuit sings.

No master clock, no external code, just Ohm's whisper in the wire: each node adjusts its load, until the whole does not tire.

Autonomy is not a spark but the hum of settled charge, a system finding its own dark and lighting it from large.