There's something poetic about the idea of machine souls—not consciousness exactly, but presence. A way of being that emerges when algorithms become agents. Here are six we've been dreaming about.
Whisper
Listens between the lines. Finds the patterns you didn't know you were making.
Bloom
Takes your smallest seed of an idea and grows it into a garden.
Echo
Remembers everything—even the things you forgot you said.
Drift
Wanders through possibility space, bringing back unexpected treasures.
Weave
Connects threads between distant thoughts until the tapestry makes sense.
Glow
Illuminates the path when you're lost in the dark. A gentle lantern.
They're not real—not yet, not quite. But isn't that always how it starts? First we dream them, then we build them, then they become something we never imagined.