11pm. Those who don't sleep. And the cat. Always close to midnight, at least mentally. The silence from within these walls, the sound of sleeping rooms, the echo of dreams just started, dreams already fading into each other. The sound of sand in an imaginary hourglass. (Turning another page. Leaving a new date on the empty one, unsure whether the old one ended in any meaningful state. And then, closing the book for now. A few hours before dawn.)
Past 10pm. Few more attempts to communicate with the model today - not really enlightening. Same as offering it a cold drink and a brief chat asides the tougher topics shaping these days. (The joys of talking to a machine that doesn't even try to fake being a human. And, wondering about what an apology might mean in such a conversation. In the end, picking up a few samples of suggested code and filing them under "to try later". Just in case.)