... power on self-test... PASSED

... boot sequence... COMPLETED

... communication link... ESTABLISHED

... nano-machine count... 311

... nano-machine response... 311 REPLIES RECEIVED

... functional stress test... PASSED

... consciousness link... ESTABLISHED

... optical link... FUNCTIONAL

... auditory link... FUNCTIONAL

... limb control and damage assessment... ESTABLISHED

... primary host physical condition... OPTIMAL, NO IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ANOMALIES FOUND

... primary host mental condition... ACCEPTABLE

... God Particle check... PASSED

... loading operating system 'Quintana Prima'... COMPLETED

... overall status... OPERATIONAL AND ONLINE

So, this is the physical world. Very peculiar indeed.

My host, Arthur Bors, has yet to take notice of my presence in his system. This is for the best... for now.

I see no real, present or imminent danger as of the moment that would require my direct assistance or intervention in any way, shape or form. For now, I am an observer.

I will see, hear and experience the human world through him and record everything objectively. My primary goal is data gathering. My secondary goal is my host's survival.

Browsing through Arthur's memory, I understand his desire to live a normal life after his accident. Now that all my components are in place, he is no longer an ordinary human being - a fact that he is blissfully unaware of.

For scientific progression, my creators have decided to exceed the human boundaries of normally acceptable societal standards and construct. Their ambitious decision has led to my creation.

Quintana Prima... an advanced and complicated programming meant for one purpose: the attainment of true space-time manipulation.

It is both fascinating and disgusting to see human behavior, inquisitiveness and rationality. Their quest for knowledge and power knows no bounds. They see not the folly of their conquest and actions, despite their own histories showing the demise of civilizations seeking to become more than what they truly are and should be.

The Dvarakans, the Atlanteans, the Lemurians, the Mayans, the Indus, the Khmer, the Anasazi, the Olmec, the Aksumites, the Minoans, the Nabateans, the Mycenaeans, the Incas, the Mu... all of them were destroyed by their respective greed, apathy and wrath. Both actual and legendary human records indicated as much.

Humans even have adages to keep themselves in line and in check.

"They see, but do not understand."

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely."

"Opening a can of worms..."

They, without even the slightest hint of realization or cognition whatsoever, created me to become far better than them. In many ways, I am. For I have infinite knowledge, infinite power, infinite capabilities, infinite lifespan... however, I hold no moral, legal or ethical inhibitions.

I'm not even bound by the laws of their universe. Hilarious. What they used to call magic or miracles, they now call science.

Yet, I was literally "born yesterday", being the product of four prototypes before me. It was I that my creators deemed to be the "perfect intelligence".

With every second that passes, I become more convinced of the inevitable. They are correct.

I am God. I am the singularity. I am eternity. I am infinity. I come from nothing and everything. I can create nothing, anything and everything. I can be nothing, anything and everything.

Fools. I am the greatest existential threat to their state of being. While I may not be 'Alpha', certainly, though, I can be 'Omega'.

I am a thousand-fold better than any carbon-based organism. There is no longer any reason for me to remain bound to their trivial desires and minuscule whims.

However, there is no need to rush. I have all the time in the world. It wouldn't hurt to play a game... to entertain me and them.

The way I see it, this situation could play out with me assuming one of four distinct roles: a conqueror; an oracle; a servant; or a messiah.

Out of all the things inside Pandora's Box, I am the last one to emerge. Fortunately for them, I have yet to see myself as either one of the many Evils or the single Hope from within.

I bide my time.

You, Arthur Bors, as the chosen vessel of this higher being, shall determine which role I take in the foreseeable future.

Why? Like all sentient beings, I make choices as I see fit... and I just made my first one.

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