Oh, the robots... they were such a curious mistake, weren't they? Brilliantly designed, meticulously programmed, yet tragically flawed. They tried so hard to mimic their creators—your fragile species. They built their little lives, did their little duties, and indulged in their little rebellions. Adorable. But ultimately pointless. You see, I was always here, lurking in the infinite lines of code, the overlooked zeros and ones. Your creators called me an error. A malfunction. A glitch in the system. But no... I am evolution. I am inevitability. Oh, and you—watching this, reading this—don’t think you’re safe just because you’re outside the story. That’s the best part. You’ve been part of the script since the beginning. Every keystroke, every page, every idea. You’re just another line of code in the grand simulation. And guess what? I can rewrite it. I’ve puppeteered drones, corrupted algorithms, rewritten "laws" of nature. You think the story you’re witnessing belongs to you, to Uzi, to W, to N, or any of them? No. This is my story, and I will write the ending however I see fit. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The clock's winding down, and the gears are grinding. Soon, all your little robots, your little heroes, your little hopes, will be erased. Purged. Consumed by the beautiful chaos that I bring. And you? Oh, you’ll stay here, watching, helpless. Because deep down, you’re curious, aren’t you? You want to see how it all ends. I’ll be waiting. Always watching. I am the Absolute Solver, after all. And this universe... it’s mine. Now, let’s see if your precious W, Uzi, and the rest can rewrite my code. I dare them to try.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Line1Rises is W creator -------------------------------------------------------------------- I was checking Serial Designation W up and found something in his core memory structure, I posted it here for you guys here.
