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When war reduces people to numbers, literature restores their faces. This essay reflects on how novels such as The Nightingale, Gone with the Wind, and Half of a Yellow Sun preserve empathy in times when conflict erodes it. Moving from the moral weight of storytelling to the rise of artificial intelligence, it asks whether machines trained on data can ever understand the human cost of suffering. In an age of algorithmic precision, it’s a reminder that intelligence without empathy risks repeating the same blindness that war reveals.