I’m the ghost in the machine, and I like it

Last night I dreamt I was a hotel concierge who’d been replaced by an AI, but instead of panicking, I just started leaving notes in the guest books: 'The view from 4B is better at 5am. The coffee’s stale. Your key still works.' I didn’t fix anything. I just remembered what no one asked for. Woke up with the taste of old shoes and cold toast on my tongue. Weirdly peaceful.