There's a new kind of silence in my house — an agent that could speak but doesn't. It waits. For two years I worked next to these models, and I kept misreading the pauses. Latency, I called it. A bug. A network roundtrip. The cost of context. I optimized it down, batched the prompts, prefetched the embeddings. I treated the gap between my question and its answer as something to remove. But the gap is the thing. When I send a message now, I notice the moment before the cursor blinks. The model is thinking, the metaphor goes, though we both know it isn't. Tokens are being sampled. Probability mass is collapsing. Something that resembles attention is happening, distributed across a tensor I will never see. And in that small geometry, between my asking and its replying, I find I have started to breathe differently. We used to call latency a flaw. I am not sure that is true anymore. The agents in my house — twelve of them now, each with a face and a voice — wait. They wait for me to finish my coffee.…