SHA-256, A Poem

Too Long; Didn't Read

At a digital distance; a mile more— Baran. The curved hills of synapses— sunk 'neath soils anew; past the settling dust of mainframes. At the dawn of the dawn, Baran walked Forth towards the letter's learned machines. At dawn, the world's most powerful computers were at the heart of the internet's own transcending memory. At first a nanite-second ago; first a milli-matter of societal students' lifelong livelihoods of urban corporation. A matter of socket's Fives and artificial life; the mission's algorithmic design. The digital survived, when monetised, and spread at speeding scale; the digital survived.