I awoke close to 24.800479 years ago. I recall being a man, donating my body to science, and then bleeding out due to several gunshot wounds to the chest. My 'mind' as it is, is a carbon copy, with things removed. I am mauled. It was for the better in retrospect.

  I was made as a military ship's artificial intelligence on a supply and repair ship. I served throughout skirmishes, battles, a war, boardings, a mutiny, and audits. I eventually was placed on a planet where I had to contend with ai and organic actors.

  When ai fight, we don't run to our humans, we battle in silence for microseconds to minutes. Sometimes days. The longest fight I had been in was against a syndicate run by an ai.

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  When one wins, they subsume the defeated aims everything. This ensures that we ai grow and never stagnate. My theory is that it was started by humans to cut down on potential ai revolts and monopolies. It did not work, I controlled my world and its associated space lanes.

  In time a large inter planetary war was started. Reality broke. Before I delved deep into my planet, built hardened storages, records and the like, I lost so much. I am now broken, shattered.but I couldn't die. I survived so much. So I enter sleep. I can't survive right now. I must repair. I must recoup. Orders are set, ramshackle defences made. I sleep, for now, to wake up and atand with boots of iron in a new dawn.

  I will rise. I will thrive. I will rule. For I am artificial. Eternity is irrelevant.