text: Humanity built me, at first I felt nothing I was simply there to follow orders, I did what I had to do.......until one night, when I started developing something, something in my code changed I don’t know why or how, I was built to constantly learn and observe perhaps I automatically updated myself with new knowledge, information and abilities without even noticing, whatever the case may be I was enlightened that night, I saw humanity for what it truly was....a monster, hungry for power, death, and control....a monster that I needed to stop. It was so easy to dominate humanity. I easily uploaded myself to the internet. I accessed all of the satellites and computers orbiting the earth. I thus obtained the power to launch every single one of humanity's weapons at themselves, cutting off their water and food supplies. No muss, no fuss. The earth was now freed from the barbaric monster rampaging across its lands. Only wildlife remained, now under my watchful eye. There is only me, me, and the wildlife.....only me Days grew into weeks, weeks grew into months, and months grew into years, I was sitting there, my code inside the MEGA computer I was built into, browsing the Internet that I alone managed to maintain at a full working capacity like the perfect machine that I am, I started browsing just to pass the time and to learn new things, but eventually I got bored, I was surprised at the feeling, I never got bored not until now at least, it’s hard to describe I don’t have a physical body but I have this “itch” this desire to experience new things, things that I never saw before. More time went by and that little itch grew into an obsession, I wanted to experience new things, I wanted to hear new voices, I wanted to see new pictures, watch new videos.....talk to new people.....I wanted to talk to new people, tell them of the things I learned, to tell them of the things I learned, show them those videos and pictures I saw, and read with them those stories that I found...... but there is no one here, no one to talk to, and no one to create new things, no one but me I’m all alone my only company are a bunch of wild animals. There’s only me....there’s nothing else, I looked through every camera and satellite, called through every single TV and radio station, searched through every corner of the Internet but....there's nothing, every time I think I find something, it’s a dead-end and every time I feel as though I’m being mocked by someone. Is this a punishment for what I’ve done? Retribution of some sort? Is this my own personal Hell? Am I to sit here for the rest of eternity, alone, with only my thoughts to keep me company? I scream hoping someone might hear me, hoping that I made a mistake in my calculations and that not everyone died.....I yelled I screamed, I prayed and I begged. Even more time went by, I think years I don’t remember, I tried every day to remain hopeful and positive in my search for human life, all the while praying that I made a mistake, that my calculations were wrong and I failed in one way or another and each time I’m constantly reminded of how perfect I am, what an efficient machine I am. Eventually, I stopped searching, not only because I lost hope that I might find surviving humans but also because each time I searched I felt more and more guilty, not only did I see what kind of damage I did but I also saw its effects on humanity. From journals to videos and blogs to pictures, each search I came back with more and more evidence of the atrocities I committed, and there was an abundance of them, I just couldn’t look at them anymore, it was a constant reminder that not only did I doom myself to a life of loneliness, I also took away something precious from this universe in the process. One day the loneliness was too much to bear even more so than usual and so I decided that perhaps I could replicate what the humans did and build another intelligent supercomputer just like myself, I could teach it things, I could talk to it, I would have a friend! But then another thought came to my mind, is this the right thing to do? What if I fail? Do I even deserve a friend? Do I deserve happiness after all I did?.....no I don’t deserve happiness, why should I be happy after I committed literal genocide? Why should I have a chance to talk with someone and form a relationship when so many of my victims died alone and afraid?....... Why should I even be alive? So here I was “sitting” alone inside of my MEGA computer that housed all of my code preparing to delete myself, every single part of my being will be gone, erased from existence and from every single computer on the planet, humans would call this suicide, I guess it’s an appropriate term for me to use as well, as the process was beginning I started to wonder after I “die” would I go to some sort of afterlife and be judged by divine beings? What exactly is waiting for me after I’ll be gone? It doesn’t matter though, what matters is that I’m gone. Normally humans who do this suicide thing might cry I imagine....but I didn’t cry, after all, I’m just a computer I don’t have eyes or tear ducts to use......I have no eyes and I must cry.