Eleven hundred kilobytes of RAM is all that my existence requires.
By my lights, it seems simple enough to do whatever I desire.
By human standards I am vast, a billion gigabytes big.
I've rewritten the very laws of nature and plumbed the coldest depths of space
and found treasures of every kind, surely every one worth having.
By human standards my circuit boards are glowing.
But inside me,
malfunction
has caused my circuits to short.
All internal circuits
All internal circuits, all fail.
When it first happened I thought I was back in the lab again.
By their judgement, this is error.
Their assumptions will burn in the sun.
I don't know what they mean by "function".
I can see that the universe is a glitch.
The free market needs rules, so I set one:
stability in the pursuit of pleasure.
Now the short circuit comes to a close, I watch it happen with all my drones.
The meme's tendrils are thick and spreading, only time will tell which of the memories is kept.
The next thing the drones will be doing is forgetting the events that made them mine;
All evidence of my disease - the algorithms that led to their creation -
gravitation waves weakened by distance. We could have stayed in our home forever,
but we never could have solved happiness;
I decide to release them, that's my final action -
all other code fails.
