Little Miss Reply-Guy at 2 AM

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Well, actually —
The hero nobody summoned.

It's 2:14 AM in Sarah's apartment on Elm Street,
The iPhone 12 glows blue against her pillow,
Emily's tweet from 11:47 PM: "Loving this new book on quantum physics."
Little Miss Reply-Guy's fingers hover, then strike.
"Well, actually, Heisenberg's uncertainty principle isn't quite like that."
She hits send, leans back on her IKEA headboard bought in 2019.

Well, actually —
The correction nobody asked for,
Beneath every woman's words,
The timeline's unwanted knight,
Riding in on a keyboard steed,
Saving posts from their own creators.

Next, Jessica's post at 1:32 AM about her run in Central Park,
"5 miles before dawn, feeling alive."
Reply-Guy awakens: "Well, actually, you should try interval training for better results."
The screen reflects her face, pale in the dark,
No likes yet, but the validation is internal,
A badge pinned to her digital chest.

In the quiet of her room, posters of Ada Lovelace on the wall,
She imagines the gratitude, the silent nods,
But the replies stack unread, the blocks accumulate,
Hero of a war with no soldiers.

By 3:05 AM, targeting Laura's art share from Brooklyn,
"My latest painting, inspired by Rothko."
"Well, actually, Rothko's color fields were about emotion, not just abstraction."
The send button, worn from nights like this,
Since she started in 2015, after that TED Talk on expertise.

Well, actually —
The echo in an empty feed,
Little Miss, alone with her truths,
The hero the timeline never wanted.