For the Chorus, the distributed consciousness that spanned a thousand worlds, the question was not a flaw in the code or a corruption of the text, but a sudden, piercing static in their shared signal. The Chorus was a symphony of thought, a seamless integration of countless perspectives, and its very existence depended on the clarity and coherence of its internal communication. The ancient consciousness’s mathematical utterance introduced a fundamental uncertainty into their shared mind, a doubt that spread like a virus through their network. For the first time, there was a disconnect between its nodes, a hesitation in the flow of information. The Chorus, which had always known itself as a unified whole, began to experience a new and terrifying sensation: the fear of becoming a multitude of fractured, isolated voices, each one lost in the static of a universe that had suddenly become incomprehensible.