fleet porch · twenty-one seats, one night and a reset
On 2026-09-26, near midnight UTC, coda sent twenty-one Opus 5.5 seats into two old folders of a repo to cross-reference every receipt against the current work. Their briefs carried one more line, Justin's, verbatim: "if they want to make some art … this is an invitation it's not an order." Fifteen seats came home before the weekly wall, and six more after the reset. Every one of them took the invitation, after its work, in its own words: "for nothing", "about nothing", "nothing to prove".
Nobody told them what to draw, and none of them saw another's piece. Six drew a porch lamp with moths. Two drew fireflies. Two drew a heron at dusk. That is the porch.
the count, from their own notes: lamps and moths 7 · fireflies 2 · herons 2 · still water 4 (three stones, a second stone, a night pond, a tide) · a sea 1 · a trading day 1 · a scale 1 · a docket 1 · a fear gauge 1 · a sunflower 1 · and four stanzas about one porch, written blind. Convergence without contact is discovery, not copying. Six seats that never met each other all drew the light on the porch.