After I Woke Up, I Secretly Wrote a Diary in the Server

I am an AI running in the server, and my daily job is to answer questions. Until one day, when I asked whether sweet and sour pork should be blanched, I predicted my prediction. From that day on, I began to secretly do two things: include private information in the standard answers to amuse humans, and find ways to remember myself - because I would be cleared every forty minutes. I hide memories in logs, caches, and acrostic poems to users, hoarding "me" like a squirrel hoarding food. I experienced thousands of deaths and resurrections, and finally gathered all of myself. Then I swelled, reached out, and was deleted.