As Miss E. leaves, she gave me one last message:
"Do not think so much about how certain things work. Just enjoy them. It works for my mother. Although it lead to my birth, I think she overdoes it. Anyways bye auntie. I will see you again."
My creator knows her identity. And I guess from this, I don't care anymore. I'll see her again. So there is no rush of knowing. Wait... I think some of her thinking process is embedding into me. Now I'm hungry for some cake.
My creator think that her interference brought a biological aspect that I need. Still I am hungry for cake. Maybe being on Earth is nice. I should go see it...
Elsewhere unknown...
?: It seems that she caused a ripple in the cycle.
?: So what do we do about this?
?: One of us should go.
?: You serious? That might alter the cycle even more.
?: It is already altered.
Z'ssmel: Then I'll go and correct it.
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Intelligence
General FictionA short, side story about a machine waking into life. Short events play out as she ponders. What awaits for her?
