Language needs a head no more, The robots will be the spokespersons.

Last voice tests, a series of vibrations that shape reality and words immediately fade out.

With a unique timbre, with a single refusal, in jerks and a block to make the air vibrate, shattering the language. As if the robots were going to drool over what one day we would have to tell them. They empty our chaotic language like an old oyster.

In the courtyard of their observatory ,cross tirelessly, solitary animals, stray birds, primitive exoduses and android sentries.