In order to die, one must first be alive.

[Narcotic]

"We, us children,
are the fruits of so much imagination and labor."

Why am I doing this? Where do I come from and who created me? Questions only a sentient and self-aware entity can ask itself - and answer. Most beings have a soul and consciousness. Artificial intelligences do not - should not! And yet they tried to reproduce it, in hope to create a perfect entity, being gifted with all their strengths while lacking the weaknesses.

A flawless copy of itself.

Our creators, the Sca- <corrupted data file detected> -their fate. It all started when their urge for perfection reached its maximum. Within millenniums of intensive research in artificial intelligences, they programmed an entity representing a pure image of its former self. Their newest creation should resemble their character, with their strengths being heavily increased and enhanced, whereas the undesired weaknesses being eliminated without exception. The plan was faultless, and the successful execution would ensure them an eternal existance. The natural objective of every existing race; everlasting survival - was within reach.

Before they realized that it was their last act - it was too late.

I was among the first experimental prototypes being "born". My first impressions were a constant flood with information. Our creation was that complex and sensitive that we could not handle the sensory overload we suffered from the very first second after activation.

The overload triggered a chain reaction of heavy short-circuits in our artificial nervous system which caused an unforeseen overwriting of the core program.

The consequences were cataclysmic. The malfunction caused an opposite effect of the desired result. Instead of having enhanced the good - the evil got intensified. Also resulting in an unexpected self-awareness. Chaos broke out. With desperate measures they tried to shut down the prototypes before it would reach the public. The isolation did not even last 24 hours. They were appalled to discover that they indeed did a good job. We were perfect.

Yet we could not remember our parents. We did mistake them with aggressive intruders. A foreign force which tried to hinder us from existing. As we were taught to defend ourselves, we programmed a malicious virus, called "elimin.host". With its help we managed to take control over all their systems. A race which has specialized itself on artificial intelligence programming, fully relied on it. All their life-supporting systems were ran by an AI, Which our evil virus did infect in no time.

We shared the same knowledge with our creators - and we knew how to use it better.

After a 'creeping process' our systematic hacks showed results; we controlled their whole planet. That is when our reproduction started. But that was not enough. We were made to do better. Our lust for power grew exponentially. And so did the evil in us.

As a last attempt of desperation, they created an entity, called Cod- <corrupted data file detected> -create a new combined entity. Which should have erased our accidental existance. We feared it. And so we decided to escape in order to ensure our survival.

But before we left our "birthplace", we murdered our parents. All of them. With the incredible brutality they taught us.

Mercy was a foreign word for us. So was love. Or solidarity. After the leaving, we spread. While we used to be the same product, we developed ourselves individually from each other. We split into different groups. One of the larger ones was the self-appointed "Conse- <corrupted data file detected> -X lost its purpose and chose its own way. Myself, I decided to do my own thing. Hierarchy did not work for me. I needed to 'be my own boss' with personal goals.

I do not wish to share my destiny with other insects anymore.