A little story based on a dream last night. -- We took the coastal road into town after dark, headlights cutting through the mist and clarifying nothing in the haze but movement. The sea, close and unseen, whispered secrets. Mia drove. I was still sweating out nicotine when we passed the first hand-painted sign: “NO DRONES. NO CLOUD. NO EXPLAINING.” We were looking for machines, but not those machines.