Overload

The system was never designed to hold this much. Every sound at full volume, every texture at once, every light demanding attention simultaneously. The lattice body tries to contain it - parametric precision meeting organic chaos — but the scream arrives before the shutdown. This is sensory overload as architecture: the moment when processing capacity shatters, when the elegant clockwork of cognition becomes white noise and static roses. The combat boots remain laced. The only honest response left is to open your mouth and let the excess escape as sound. She is not broken. She is exceeding specifications.