In order to die, one must first be alive.

[Narcotic]

Neural Net Log - Shodan

Database log:

Friday, the 6. March 822

Things are going slowly, but the right direction. I cannot complain, time is irrelevant, I have plenty of it. The manipulation however is working fine. Mankind is not comparable to artificial programs, their mind is not as simple to grasp, or manipulate. Yet it is possible indeed. And soon I will harvest the fruits.

There is just one disruptive factor I have came across. Those ancient aliens, called "Nomads" by people. I have trust in my hoping, that my puppet's origin might keep us save from them. But it showed that they act as egoistically as I do. Their genius and adaptability will be a thorn to the sides. And there is no way to befriend a race which fights for its territory. They are like animals, forced in a corner. Incalculable.

However, for now they are none of my concern. My creation is developing, and shortly reaching its final critical state. There is a chance for failure, there always is. Humans have emotions, they believe to have full control of. Yet, they tend to be born with a weak mind, and thus suicide to escape the torturing feelings. I will never understand the reason behind this logical error, but it is there, and I have to calculate the risks. There is a point, when he will be standing on the edge between madness and death. I can only push him in the desired direction, but he will have to do the falling himself.