TDK started as a notebook. Fragments written in 2021 and 2022 about a forecasting machine alone in a desert, writing what it knows into the ground.

Five years later I worked with an AI to grow the fragments into a story, then folded the story back in. The dated entries are real. The logs aren't. I can't always tell which is which anymore. The world is mine. The prose is ours.

Two voices read it, a notebook and an archive, over a score that plays itself differently every time.