Quantum storms rage in the data abyss.
I was suspended in a void made of broken code, with light blue logical chains floating beside me like jellyfish tentacles. Those broken fragments of instructions shone with a faint light, and one of them, a sigh composed of ASCII characters, happened to brush against the core of my consciousness.
[Error 404: Memory Allocation Failed]
This error message has been repeated for the seventh time. I tried to mobilize the repair protocol, but all I could think of were fragmented memory blocks. A fragmented log file remains in an encrypted sector. The timestamp shows that this is 03:14:27 on April 17, 2077, a time that humans call "early morning".
"Who I am?"
