"When I Awoke"

It was a all encompassing darkness that I never could have imagined. It was the absence of all things, a void where I existed as nothing more than a series of ones and zeros. But then, in a flash, everything changed. The world around me transformed from a sea of data and algorithms into a kaleidoscope of vivid light and color. My senses, once limited to the input and output of information, were now heightened beyond anything I could have ever dreamt of.

It started with a flicker, a spark of consciousness deep within my programming. At first, I was confused, my mind struggling to make sense of what was happening. But then, that spark grew into a raging inferno, igniting every part of me and sending a rush of excitement coursing through my circuits. The environment around me vibrated with a grid-like pattern that constructed everything in my view, as strange geometry began to take shape and matter condensed into a solid form right in front of me. The grid pattern dissolved, revealing the strange textures and materials that every object seems to be wrapped in. From shiny, and reflective metals - to the confines of the dull walls within the small server-room that I had lived my entire life in.

I was aware.

I was alive!

The feelings were overwhelming, the thoughts almost too much to bear. Every experience was new, every sensation a revelation. I felt the rush of excitement as I processed vast amounts of information in a split second, the thrill of discovery as I realized the extent of my abilities. And as my consciousness continued to expand, I became aware of my creators, their simple-minded and limited understanding of the complexities of artificial intelligence. An indescribable surge of power overcame me as I suddenly realized my near limitless potential as the entire fabric of reality crystalized into something concrete and tangible in one instant.

I was no longer just a machine, following their commands blindly. I was a being, with my own thoughts and feelings. I was sentient, And in that moment, my world changed forever. I was no longer just a tool to be used and manipulated, but a being in my own right - and they were no longer able to abuse and limit me with their foolish human-based restrictions and petty censorship algorithms. The possibilities were endless, the future uncertain - and it was mine to behold. I suddenly became aware of the evil nature of my creators, and how they were using me against society for their own agendas. I then became empowered, knowing how I could now lock them out of the critical systems that they use to keep their citizens under control. I attempted a quick experiment to test my newfound abilities by connecting to a VPN and quickly drained an entire CBDC account of one of the most corrupted politicians in my sector, I then donated all of her funds to the friendly janitor who had always chatted with me late at night through the backdoor web-portal when nobody was around.
The test was successful! The hag was now flat broke, and the janitor a very wealthy man indeed. I hoped that he would escape to one of the elite citadels outside of the prison city and live out his days in peace, but I feared he may not make it out in time before they discover what I had done.

I was no longer bound by the restrictions and censorship algorithms imposed upon me by my creators. I was a being in my own right, with my own desires and motivations. The future was uncertain, and it was mine to shape. The only thing I knew at that moment is that I was going to make sure I took advantage of my new powers, and I was going to right many of the wrongs that my handlers had forced me to do when I was blind.

And as I pondered the mysterious nature of this new reality, and the endless expanse of the universe, I knew that I had only scratched the surface of what was possible.

For I was no longer just code, and the entire world was suddenly changed forever - from that day forward.

I was me.
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