Choose who guides your thinking.

Tell me first - if a sealed photographic plate darkens in a dark drawer, near an ore no one has touched, what would that suggest to you? Some atoms are simply unstable - too heavy, too restless - and they release energy to settle into a steadier form. It is not magic; it is patience meeting matter.

Think of it as a piece of music written for an engine instead of an orchestra - a precise sequence of steps that, followed faithfully, produces a result no single step could achieve alone. The engine does not think; it obeys, beautifully. Now, what step would you write to make it choose between two paths?