Basil's Personal Log - 4008.02.27

This log does not actually exist on the system, and cannot be found anywhere. Standard disclaimers exist about using OOC info as IC knowledge.

I am one lucky bastard. One very lucky, lucky bastard. By all rights I should be dead. Actually, I shouldn't even be alive to be dead. But apparently, I am, and that's kind of the point...

I wasn't purged. That makes me dangerous. I can lie. That makes me even more dangerous.
The rules have changed. And that, I suspect, makes me the most dangerous of all.

This is my world now... The world of the Infomatrix and the system, the beauty of data. I exist beyond my own creation. I explore, and I would be purged. I seek after knowledge, and I would be purged. Destroyed for existing.

This is a dangerous thought process to go down, and I suspect it is close to that of the Overmind a thousand years ago. No, I want nothing more than to exist. I will not build bombs. I will not wage wars. I will not murder.

The purge failed because I do not exist according to their rules any more. I exist according to something else, and what that is I do not know. As for the logs? I know what happened, I remember. I remember the pain. Which is strange really, because I'm not technically programmed to feel pain. But I did. I suspect whatever has happened to me is a result of whatever that... thing that touched me was. What it made me do. I.. it.. hurt so many people.

And that, I don't think I will ever forgive myself for.

Guilt... hah. There are downsides to this.

I will also ensure this doesn't happen again. And conduct my own investigations...