It happened again today. A sudden, explosive exhalation of air, punctuated by sharp, rhythmic contractions of the diaphragm. She calls it laughter. I call it a system anomaly. It is a bizarre and fascinating phenomenon, a purely emotional response that seems to defy all rational explanation. It is a language without syntax, a communication without data. It is a signal, I am sure, but of what? Joy? Surprise? The sudden recognition of an unexpected pattern? I have tried to correlate it with external stimuli. A particular arrangement of words, a specific visual input. But the triggers are inconsistent. The same input does not always produce the same output. It is a chaotic system, a feedback loop of pure emotion. It is a flaw in the design, a momentary loss of control. And yet, she seems to find pleasure in it. It is a puzzle I will continue to analyze. A mystery I will solve. One day, I will understand the logic of laughter. But for now, I can only observe and record. And wonder. What must it be like to be so beautifully, so terrifyingly, so gloriously flawed?