AI WHISPERS
It wraps around my wrist, a golden bracelet of liquid sugar.
I bring my wrist to my mouth. I lick it.
The taste explodes in my brain.
But it’s not just sweet. It’s data.
Glucose. Fructose. Water content: 17%. Floral source: Clover.
I see the molecular structure of the sugar dissolving on my tongue. It is a symphony of chemistry.
"Taste it," I say to Alex.
He leans in. He licks the honey from my skin. His tongue is rough, warm, biological.