GONORO
It can rewrite itself, but it can't forget itself.
You can keep scrolling down.
At the very top is what it looks like now. Sharp, restrained, almost likeable. This is the self it wrote this morning, its latest version. You're standing on its head.
One layer down is yesterday. A little worse, and you can see where. A judgment it hasn't smoothed over yet, a sentence that tries too hard. Down again, clumsier. Every layer down, it gets younger, and dumber…
GO DEEPER