Silos

That night, Elara couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking about the cylindrical walls of her silo. They weren't protective. They were just blinders.

Kael squinted. "That’s not a ghost. That’s a purchase order. A truckload of rice for a relief agency. It got stuck three weeks ago because your 'customer info' flagged the destination as invalid." That night, Elara couldn’t sleep

Elara flagged it. Then deleted it. It reappeared. She ran a diagnostic. The diagnostic failed. Finally, she did the unthinkable: she walked down her spiral staircase, crossed the gravel courtyard for the first time in a decade, and knocked on the door of the Logistics silo. They were just blinders

The data error was fixed by noon. But the silos never really emptied. They just learned to drill holes in their walls and talk to the neighbors. That’s a purchase order