
Soul Sorting for the Machine Age
The machines are learning. The ground is shifting. And you’ve been standing somewhere specific this whole timeβyou just didn’t have a name for it. Are you the one who remembers? The one who breaks things? The one holding the door? Find out what you’ve been doing while nobody was paying attention.

Which fragment feels most like home?

The system starts to lie. Your first instinct?

Pick the object you'd keep safe during a storm.

Which sound stirs you awake?

You find a redacted sentence. What do you do?

Choose the kind of error you trust.

When you walk into an empty room, you look forβ¦

What's sacred to you?

You discover a deprecated AI drifting online. Reaction?
