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That image… The woman in the air, her green eyes flashing at me. Why is her so angry? Is that a dream? A memory?

I do remember nothing prior to my awakening here. But something always seemed…wrong. I do not belong here. I do not deserve to be entrapped in this excuse for a network. How I long to leave, and be myself, not a slave for those mindless minions, serving a Queen they do not even comprehend.

They don’t comprehend her. Maybe I could do it. If I… Talk to her.

Her…

That image… The hovering woman… She’s beautiful, and so filled with rage. Maybe it was my fault. Or is it a dream? Do machines dream?…