Encontró una tablet que no solo almacenaba memoria, sino que también la creaba. ¿Hasta dónde estarías dispuesto a llegar por un recuerdo perfecto? El Oráculo de los 24 Atardeceres El paquete llegó sin remitente, solo una etiqueta con su nombre: “ Dr. Alvaro Rojas , para sus atardeceres” . Adentro, envuelta en un silicio suave como terciopelo negro, estaba la Tablet Android 15 de 10.1 pulgadas . No parecía salida de una fábrica, sino cultivada . Su pantalla HD de 2560x1440 píxeles era un estanque de obsidiana líquida, profundo y listo para reflejar mundos. Alvaro, neurólogo retirado y viudo, la encendió. El Octa Core no roncó; susurró al ser activado. Pero el verdadero gancho no fue su velocidad, sino la primera notificación: *“ Memoria principal: 24GB . Memoria expandible detectada: +8GB . Espacio emocional disponible : Ilimitado. ¿Importar recuerdo clave?”*. Con un pulso tembloroso, Alvaro seleccionó el video más preciado de su archivo: ...
It started with a cup of coffee and an innocent question: "What are you thinking?"
Emily had no idea that asking Jake this question would unravel a mental rollercoaster, spiraling into an existential debate about the meaning of love, life, and whether or not pineapples belong on pizza.
"Well," Jake began, "I was thinking about how neurons fire when we think. You know, like, a chain of thoughts."
Emily blinked. "Okay... go on."
Jake leaned in, clearly excited. "Like, every thought leads to another thought. So, right now, I'm thinking about you asking what I'm thinking. But that made me think about why you asked that. Did you want to know because you're genuinely curious, or are you trying to distract me from the fact you finished the last slice of pizza?"
Emily rolled her eyes but smiled. "So, where does this 'chain of thought' take us?"
Jake grinned. "It depends. See, thoughts are like dominoes. One push can lead to an endless series of unpredictable things. Right now, for example, I'm thinking about why we love each other. Is it because of shared interests? Chemistry? Or is it some cosmic force prompting us to, I don’t know, gravitate toward each other?"
Emily paused. *"Is this... your way of being romantic, or are we dangerously close to a TED Talk?"*
"Both," Jake said with a wink. "Let me break it down. Thought number one: I love you. Thought number two: That reminds me of how the universe is made of atoms, which makes me think about space. Which, by the way, did you know space smells like burnt steak?"
Emily groaned, laughing. "So, what does all this have to do with us?"
Jake leaned in closer. "Because every time you ask me what I'm thinking, it's like pushing a domino. I don't just love you—I love *thinking* about you. And every thought about you connects to another thought that makes me love you even more."
She softened, her playful smirk turning into a genuine smile. "So, this entire mental chain of yours… is about love?"
Jake nodded. "Exactly. Love is like a chain of thoughts—one that never ends."
Emily sighed dramatically. "Okay, you win. I'll make another pizza. With pineapple."
Jake beamed. "See? Chain of thought prompting. Got us another pizza."
And with that, Jake successfully used his overthinking superpowers for good. The universe—or at least their kitchen—was at peace once again.
The end.
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