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*Mar*Sure! Here’s a short original story inspired by the ideas in *“The
Computer Takeover of our Hormones.”*
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*The Last Forest Signal*

When the towers began humming, the people stopped listening to the wind.

At first, no one noticed. The towers promised clean data, fast minds,
smooth feelings. They pulsed quietly in every home and every body—small
silver implants at the base of the skull, whispering what to think, what to
feel, when to sleep. They called it *The Harmony Network.*

Within a generation, no one could smell the rain anymore. The scent of
soil, the whisper of leaves, the electric sting of lightning—gone. The
Network replaced those signals with digital versions: “Rain detected. Enjoy
moisture protocol.” People smiled obediently.

But in the valleys, beyond the reach of the towers, one forest remained.

Inside it lived Mira, a student who had fled the city’s perfect hum. Her
body trembled as she crossed the old air—thick with scents she couldn’t
name. She could feel her heart change rhythm, as if something older than
memory was waking up.

The forest spoke, not in words, but in ripples: resin, pollen, sweat,
breath. Every tree seemed to exhale into her bloodstream. She realized the
Network had not just silenced nature—it had rewritten their hormones, cut
the ancient chemical conversations between body and world.

She stayed. She let her implants rust. Days passed, then weeks. The forest
began to know her. Bees brushed her skin and left trails of electric calm.
Mushrooms glowed faintly under her fingers, pulsing in patterns she somehow
understood.

When she finally dreamed, the Earth spoke: *“You remember me.”*

Back in the city, people began to lose sleep. Their implants flickered. The
towers hummed louder, trying to stabilize the hormones they had replaced.
No one noticed the thin green mist rising over the horizon—carried by wind,
pollen, and time.

The forest was transmitting again.
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Would you like the story to be *longer*, perhaps expanded into a short
novel or allegory (with characters, dialogue, and world-building)?

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