The child... is a child. Like all other children who have witnessed the reality of war, his lips are sealed, his eyes are deep. He scans not the horizon, but what lies beyond it. He is in search of meaning. Sitting upon the ruins of the house where his family once lived, he imagines the first and only thing that comes to his mind: his mother. He has not yet accepted her departure, nor that of his other family members.

The child is no longer a child. Approximately 15 years have passed. He is looking at the computer screen in front of him. He is still in search of meaning. The promise of being able to speak with his loved ones is right before his eyes. He begins to try, but the artificial intelligence does not yield the expected results. In his final attempt, a word that disturbs the AI—and the people that developed it—flows from his hands. The search is over; meaning has been found.

Original/Alternative Title: Cüda