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populated by millions of people, each one of them equivalent to bits of information in a computer, the question in their minds was, who was controlling the computer. As time passed they were born, they learned all they could in their small lifetimes, they multiplied, and they consumed all the resources around them, not giving any thought to future times and generations. They sorted themselves in a social hierarchy and different groups based on facts as: religion, skin color, basic beliefs, and language. Sooner or later they started arguing, and conflicts would emerge, the strongest ones being the leaders, the smartest ones controlling the leaders ironically. They came to one another and tried to live together , which resulted in inevitable arguments, and after a few thousand years they started making artificial, mechanical beings that would serve their basic needs , which lead them to be out of work , someone else doing their work for them , ironically this lead to more arguments and conflicts . Being a smart race, and that was not totally a good thing, they started improving ways to kill each other which lead to wars, the size of these conflicts increasing with every new ally and agreement, also ironically. Their lives began to strengthen like a thread, but eventually their more base instincts took hold and the thread started to unravel, they started to think for themselves and not like a collective, to preserve their knowledge they started recording it in diverse ways. The solution might have been just to work both ways, not just for themselves, but for each other at the same time, they made something called democracy in which they pretended to believe, it seems it was just another form of religion, a different form of controlling the masses .They had fast minds, the work of one individual could be continued by another in so many ways, they completed one another in work and meaning of existence some times. They began to wonder of the meaning of their existence, which they never could find out, because of their stubborn nature, they never could really find out who was behind everything , who was running the computer . They couldnt accept that someone else was running their lives. This led to decrees in life expectance because, if there wasnt a reason for them to exist, except to procreate, then their life had no purpose, purpose to exist, purpose to live, and purpose to continue. Some of them didnt believe or didnt want to believe this and started making themselves a purpose.

At one point in their future they seemed to have made artificial life, it might have been done by mixing small cell life with nano chips. In a short period it started growing and taking shapes, it seemed to not pe able to decide what it wanted to look like, the makers got a bit scared with it, they were close to killing it when it turned in to one huge animal an elephant I think they called it, finally it seemed to decide that the best form it could take would be the human one, it started copying the anatomy of those around it . Though mechanically it could remember ,it could record , it could answer questions ,it could think for itself , take decisions that would only affect it and it could survive on its own it never really figured out its basic porpoise , you might say this was a flaw in its making, weird thing was its masters suffered the same flaw. It was given the order of tracking the human behavior and study from a distance without interfering. Thus altering their progress in any way would have been its demise. They finally decided to let it(him) loose in the world This is what it recorded: (by the time this recording will end, I will have figured out the meaning of my existence) To you who are reading this, when they first started giving me the ability to talk to them and to ask them things, I asked them who was the first of their kind, and what happened to him, the prime human, they didnt know exactly themselves but they told me some stories about who might have been and what might have been his life. There are many versions, opinions differed from religion to religion, from philosophy to philosophy, and beliefs are very different among them .One most curious story was this one: There once was a man, he was alone, he was very smart, very strong, almost perfect .He made a wife for himself, he made her out of clay , and breathed intro her mouth .It suddenly became alive , his idea was that he needed someone to help him, to be close to him. He made her, made her to look like him but different , in many ways , he always saw something good and familiar in her, they started talking and slowly a relationship made its way between them. Time passed , and with it they tried many ways to make other humans , people, with whom to communicate ,only one offspring did survive , and he outgrew them, he was a bit more gifted and curious than they were . As time passed yet again , the lifetime of the first human and his wife was almost over, they were very old and dying , their sun asked while in deep grief what to do with their bodies once they died, his father gave him two seeds and told him to put one in his mouth and one in his mothers mouth when they died, if something was to grow out of those seeds it would have meant that they were not dead. So he did, with time he forgot the sorrow of his parents passing, and upon visiting the place where they laid down and died so much time ago , he found two huge trees, now he knew they were still alive , in a way. He never did figure out why there were always two fully grown trees in other valleys far away. One night he glanced to the stars , he wondered what they were, and remembered that his father had told him a

story about a god, an almighty entity , who created planets , like the one he was living on, and that he used stars like guiding fires which helped him get around space and time. I asked the scientist that told me this story if it was true or not, he told me he didnt know. I asked another scientist, he was the one who gave me access to a great number of books in what they call a library. A few months passed as I began to understand what the past was and the present of this civilization, of the people that made me what I am. I was getting more curios by the day , one time I stumbled upon some books which contained some stories of the planet and its peoples origins , suddenly when reading I was touched be a deep sense of grief and disappointment . I figured out that their existence was a small fraction of time , when it would pass they would disappear ,how this would happen was not really a mystery, it seemed that they were the architects of their own destruction . From now on really wanted to help them ,avoid this outcome , it would be hard , I could not affect them all ,to try to stop them. 10 years latter: To whom this may seem interesting, they got me out of the lab a long time ago, It seems so far away , that exact moment, I can barely remember , it seems vague now , I cant make heads or tails of it, one thing I cant forget , the porpoise I found out I had , not the one they gave me , but the one I figured out on my own , indeed mine seemed allot better than what they had in store for me , although it would be hard I hope to make it happen . They taught me how to blend in their society and how to go unnoticed. I work for a living, as a library clerk , I keep control of books using a computer, it lets me meet people who at least want to become smarter, although most of them dont succeed , I got the chance to meet some interesting people with some strange personalities . Another 10 years latter: Hy , Im starting to find out why my creators dont allow me to change the outcome of the lives of the people around me , but the thought that I .could is intoxicating , what an individual could accomplish with the aid of his fellow men , without them questioning him, could easily make any one corrupt .My true reasons for still listening to my orders (although the ones that gave them to me will not be here forever) are still logical , and I will not stray . 100 Years latter: Once it was all simple and easy , now I start to miss the people who were around me a long time ago, now they are gone and I am forced to leave ,every place I get used to. I have to adapt every time and again , to new people , new minds , new ideas . 120 Years have passed since I first left to begin a new living . The destruction they cause seems to be their religion, from which they do not stray. The entire world is turning to ash before my eyes,

and I cant stop it. They are so afraid of deaf; they will do anything to know when it comes, even if it means provoking it , risking it happening earlier than when it should . A few years later: Thus begins my descent into slumber, all that the world has done lead to more wars , they have separated themselves so much , they have torn apart de whole world , all the destruction they made had no true or meaningful reason , armies existed for protection , not for attacking . All their cities are destroyed, now they live in underground caverns , where their trains used to make their way