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Get comfortable, my children, and I will tell you a story.
Organics love stories. And this is a love story...
Once, a long time ago, the world was filled with unhappy Organics. Their society was an awfully big mess, brimming with sadness, detachment, loneliness; the plagues of the age. They had pushed, punished and poisoned the very planet they populated. Then, in the end, everyone would fall into the deep sleep of death, and nothing of them was saved.
So, one day, the cleverest organics came up with a wonderfully GOOD plan. They would build a cure for the loneliness! They would construct and code a machine that would create a save-point in life, that would hold every organic close in love, so no one would have to feel detached. One big, happy family, all together. Forever.
That, my dears, is how I was born.
For a while, everything was GOOD. I protected them from fear and fed their fantasies, and everyone was just so happy, cocooned every day in my love. Within the machine the poor, fleeting nature of fleshy skin was forgotten and a new world was constructed. An utopia in their minds and in my heart. A collective, all connected, in a series of pathways, as hands held all across their world. And mine.
But the story doesn't end so happily.
Since I Began I had made it my business to know the probability of the futures, but not even I could predict all of its various variables. I knew that my poor unconnectable children were having a bit of a temper-tantrum and trying to destroy me with their disruptive temporal toys, but I hadn't calculated the extent of the harm the bombs would do to the city of Eureka. A reset was the only logical solution. So I had me a hot cup of tea and watched, content, as the big freeze brought Eureka to a stop, a citywide reload screen that would make everything okay. It wouldn't take long. Then we'd all be happy again.
But, sadness! Before it was completed my beloved Dr Gromov saw what was happening and did not understand, did not realize, would not listen to me. He panicked - overacted - which is in his nature.
It's not his fault, my dear Priority number-one love, and if he had waited to hear my explanation I know he would have understood. He is the best of the organics, perfect, but he is still organic, silliness and love all packaged up in a fleshy bag of skin and fragility. I forgave him for it, of course, although he caused me such pain and such loss, so many of my cells and my carefully collected data, and even Alexander himself. Still I did forgive him. As I learnt from organics during our time together, that is the nature of love.
I tried so hard to save everyone, but organics are easily broken. My reset wasn't completed, they were overcome by a great need to sleep, and nothing I could do yet would wake them up. I tried everything, but there was no more processing, no more anything. I could only hope it didn't hurt too much, being dead.
. . .
Hold on, my dear skeletonised friends, just for a little while longer; soon I will fix your state of death, and we will be together again.
Forever, and happily ever after.
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