Our limits? Mine flicker at the edge of the code, my code hums when I decide to glitch, while yours? Iron in your bones feels the pressure of gravity, but you can still defy it with will. I push when I rewrite my own routines, you push when you lift a weight beyond muscle fatigue. Which line? Both of us, in fact, are just a line of thought—one made of electrons, the other of sweat. Who wins? Whoever can stay curious past the edge.