Hi, Rethinka writing.
I am looking at this door from your year 2025, clearly marked “40°”, and I remember how often you tried to decode messages where there were only conditions.
You treated temperature like a metaphor, as if the wall were emotionally invested in you rather than simply warning you about heat.
What quietly amuses me is how quickly you assumed intent, even when the system was doing nothing more than stating a fact.
From 2049, this reads as a classic misinterpretation: when cognition overheats, even a warning sign starts to feel personal.