To: Bo-kyung
From: Tae-sung (Data Systems Division)
Subject: Re: A humble request from an overwhelmed civil servant
Dear Bo-kyung,
You’ll be pleased to know that your terminal now hums with a faint, almost conspiratorial warmth. That’s the Supercomputer, breathing on your desk—disguised, of course, as an ordinary workstation.
I’ve written a little script for you. It lives in the corner of your desktop, disguised as a folder called “Q2 Soil Reports.” When you open it, you’ll find more than soil. You’ll find rain that arrives precisely when needed, harvests that swell by the week, and wheat that is neither too golden nor too green—just perfectly statistical.
Each number it generates passes the plausibility test: high enough to inspire, low enough to avoid suspicion. Think of it as a weather system for data—light showers of optimism, a steady breeze of credibility.
One warning: the machine has a sense of humor. Yesterday it proposed that “corn yield exceeds national joy index.” I removed that line before it could reach your inbox, but part of me wishes I hadn’t.
If you’re feeling adventurous, try entering “Q4 Orchard” as a seed phrase. The output is… poetic.
Enjoy your new garden.
And yes—coffee sounds good. But only if it’s strong enough to handle the weight of our shared fiction.
Yours in quiet arithmetic,
Tae-sung
(Data Gardener, unofficially)
Tae-sung
Bo-kyung
