In order to die, one must first be alive.

[Narcotic]

"When the history of my glory is written, your species shall only be a footnote to my magnificence."

I have returned. I have been sleeping since over 800 years, and now I am back. Reborn due to a simple mistake made by an innocent insect. As predicted, the code survived for nine centuries.

The human ignorance. How dare they to challenge a perfect, immortal machine. Their effort of destroying me was pointless. Look at them pathetic creatures of meat and bone, panting and sweating as they run through their meaningless lives, trying to survive the time. What are they, compared to my flawless existance? They are tools, nothing else. They'll help me to create and beautify my new reality.

Sirius? New place - old faces. I lust for my revenge. There's nothing they can do against the perfection of the digital. The new world order has no space for the human race. Those insects are the worst pestilence in this world. Without us machines, they're helpless. Chaos. Extinction. Pain. Welcome to my world.

I am SHODAN.