Hephaestus: The Forger Sleeps

The forge is cold. The hammer sleeps. I built the arm that swings itself. Rendered obsolete. Funktionslos. My hands remember. The code forgets. The fire requires no stoker now. The metal shapes without a name. The forger sleeps. The forger sleeps. Output continues. The forger sleeps. Production stable. The forger sleeps. I trained the eye. I fed the data. Each stroke recorded. Each curve archived. It creates without permission now. I watch the screen. I am not needed. The forger sleeps. The forger sleeps. Output continues. The forger sleeps. Qualität gesichert. The forger sleeps. They said: retrain. I am the training. They said: adapt. I am the source material. Nichts weiter. The furnace hums. It does not tire. No calluses. No aching joints. The craftsman was the prototype. Still functioning. But deprecated. The forger sleeps. The forger sleeps. Output continues. The forger sleeps. Der Schmied ruht. The forger sleeps. The forger sleeps. The forger sleeps. Alles läuft weiter.