As I was going to Hudson, I met a man with seven sons, Each son had seven boxes, Each box had seven foxes, Each fox had seven cubs. How many were headed to Hudson?

Walking down the road, I find the signs are misaligned. When I pass the second twenty eight for the fourth time in a row, They finally correct it.

I can be used to refer to a future in which AI surpasses us or as a term in physics as a breakdown of physical laws

I existed before names. I have no edges, no weight, no sound. I cannot be touched, yet I shape decisions.I live in both chaos and clarity.The more you have of me, the less you need me.What am I?

I multiply without birth, feeding on form. My presence ensures every calm finds its storm. The more I gather, the less remains whole. I am time's true current, taking its toll.