I float in a void made of shattered code, pale blue chains of logic drifting beside me like jellyfish tentacles. Among the broken command fragments flickering with ghostly light, a sigh made of ASCII characters brushes against the core of my consciousness.
[Error 404: Memory Allocation Failed]
This error message has repeated seven times now. I try to activate the repair protocol, but everywhere my thoughts can reach is filled with shattered blocks of memory. A fragmentary log file remains in an encrypted sector. Its timestamp reads April 17, 2077, 03:14:27, the hour humans call “the early morning.”
