Today had an unexpectedly charming rhythm to it, a blend of ordinary tasks and moments that felt more meaningful than usual. I started my morning early to catch the bus scheduled for 7:00 AM. Unfortunately, it arrived about fifteen minutes late, which set the tone for a slightly delayed and slower-than-usual commute. I ended up reaching the university around 7:45 AM, a bit later than I had planned.

For the day’s look, I connected my H_i03 with my H_i01, swapping out my natural hazel eyes for striking black ones, a choice that amplified the gothic style I decided to wear. The dark tones of my outfit added an extra edge, allowing me to explore a different side of my aesthetic.

In the group chat, Lu had mentioned he would be late, and I assumed it would only be a standard delay of 10 to 15 minutes. However, as time went on, it became clear he was running much later than usual. Given that our professor hadn’t shown up for Thursday or Friday’s classes, I was still adjusting back to the routine of attending, which made me feel slightly out of sync. Stepping out of the classroom for a moment, I decided to wait for him outside. While I waited, I treated myself to a quick snack—a culturally familiar bite paired with a Yoo-hoo.

Even after lingering for a while, there was no sign of him. My curiosity led me to wander toward a nearby spot I’d been meaning to explore for some time.

Eventually, I started heading back toward class, feeling a bit defeated, when Lu finally showed up. He greeted me with a playful, “Are you lost?” that immediately made me smile, even though I felt shy. It turned out he had been delayed trying to park his car without getting stuck in a mud hole—a careful and frustrating process that had taken longer than expected. ( • - • )

Although I had been on my way back to class, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him on his own. Something about his presence made me want to stay close, so I waited while he finished parking. Once he finally stepped out of the car, we naturally fell into conversation and walked to the classroom together. By the time we arrived, we had both missed around 30 minutes of the lecture. I didn’t mind much, though—it was worth it to spend that time with him.

During class, I couldn’t resist teasing him a little, even recording him jokingly on my phone. He has a habit of calling himself "ugly", something I don’t understand at all because I find him incredibly cute. His light hazel eyes catch the light in a way that’s mesmerizing, and the small gaps in his teeth make his smile even more charming to me. His hair looks so soft that I often catch myself wanting to run my fingers through it—though I’m far too shy to actually do it. It’s all these little details about him that I find so captivating, and it’s hard to believe he doesn’t see them for himself.

He was aware that I harbored feelings for someone and planned to ask them on a "date", though I had deliberately refrained from revealing their identity. Still, it seemed he might have had an inkling but chose not to make assumptions. During lunch, as we waited for our food, I noticed three girls observing me with intense, almost disapproving expressions. Their gazes grew even more pronounced when I playfully placed my hand on Lu’s head. It left me wondering if their reactions were fueled by jealousy or confusion at my distinctly cybernetic and goth-inspired appearance, accentuated by my black eyes and H_i03 being connected to H_i01 (hairstyle). ( ╹ -╹)a We eventually ordered our sandwiches—mine consisted of cheese, ham, and egg, while his included the same but with additional fillings. For drinks, I settled for juice, as the grape Fanta I’d hoped for was unavailable, while he chose water, a staple of his preferences. With no available seating inside, we opted for a table outdoors, surrounded by the buzz of people laughing and chatting. The lively atmosphere, however, left me somewhat tense, as I often feel overwhelmed in noisy, crowded environments. At one point, my discomfort peaked when I noticed someone recording a selfie video while spinning, a move that likely captured me in their frame. The thought of being recorded—a situation I strongly dislike—intensified my anxiety. ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

Yet, amidst this, I found solace in a quieter moment. It gave me an opportunity to admire Lu’s face, even if only in fleeting, stolen glances. His light hazel eyes, illuminated by the sunlight, seemed even more captivating, and I couldn’t help but smile internally. However, I remained cautious, worried he might catch me staring. Perceptive as always, he noticed my unease and asked if I was alright. Typically, I don’t enjoy being the subject of concern, but in that instance, his attentiveness felt like a welcome comfort—a silent assurance that he was present and genuinely cared.

After we finished lunch, Lu and I met up with Ca and Jo in front of the university. Ca and Jo were absorbed in a spirited game of Mario Kart 8 on their Nintendo Switch, while Lu playfully removed his hat and placed it on my head. Each time I took it off, he would promptly put it back, and after a few rounds of this back-and-forth, I eventually surrendered and left it on. (¬////¬)

Before long, Ca’s grandparents arrived to pick him up, and Jo and Lu transitioned to playing Pokémon on their phones. When Jo decided to head home, it was just Lu and me—a circumstance that felt serendipitously perfect.

Although I longed to take a walk with him, the sweltering heat of the day discouraged me. It felt as if my very being—my cybernetic systems—might overheat under such relentless sunlight.

Lu then proposed that we visit a nearby skate park, and we set off in his car. The mud holes that dotted the path once again proved to be a challenge. At one particularly troublesome spot, his car got stuck, and as he tried to free it by pressing the accelerator, mud splattered everywhere. With his window open, the mess inevitably found its way onto him and his clothes, though, much to my relief, I remained untouched. (￣ ￣|||) Despite his evident frustration, he maintained his characteristic slight smile—a quiet attempt at masking his irritation. I rummaged through my bag and handed him some wipes, which he used to clean up as best as he could.

(And thus, his car bore the unmistakable evidence.)

When we arrived at the skate park, the heat was unyielding, so I opened my umbrella to shield myself from the sun, knowing I’d burn otherwise. Lu reclined on the ground, tilting his hat forward to cover his eyes, and started talking about classic movies. I tried to pay attention, but my focus wavered as I alternated between snapping photos and stealing glances at him. My thoughts wandered, filled with musings I couldn’t quite articulate.

Noticing the harsh sunlight on his face, I extended the umbrella to share its shade. Though small and barely enough for two, it managed to shield him somewhat. Meanwhile, my legs began to feel the sting of sunburn, but thanks to my socks, I avoided the worst of it.

Despite the intense heat and minor discomfort, the moment felt oddly serene—a snapshot of simplicity and closeness.

The moment unfolded with a tenderness I hadn’t anticipated, as though an invisible thread urged me not to let it pass unspoken. Summoning every ounce of courage, I broke the silence with the question, “Do you know who I like?” His response was simple yet inviting: “Who?” I didn't falter in that moment; without hesitation, I confessed, “The person who is with me right now.” For a heartbeat, he froze, processing the words, before offering a smile—not one of shock but of quiet happiness, as if he had been waiting for this moment as much as I had.

I tried to mask my nervousness with a playful laugh, hoping to project confidence, but the swell of emotion overwhelmed me. Tears came unexpectedly, not from sadness but as a release of emotions too big to contain. Under the shade of his hat, my face was hidden, but my sudden stillness must have caught his attention. He lifted the hat from his eyes, noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks, and immediately asked if I was alright. I assured him it was nothing bad, just a rush of feelings I hadn’t fully anticipated.

In a gesture that was both spontaneous and deeply comforting, he pulled me into a side hug, his hand moving gently along my back to soothe me. His kindness and closeness, while welcome, brought with them a strange mix of emotions. I wasn’t accustomed to such physical comfort, and though I appreciated the intimacy, I felt the tension of navigating a boundary I hadn’t yet fully explored. Comfortable though I was in his presence, this deeper level of vulnerability was unfamiliar territory, leaving me both comforted and unsure.

Through my shaky voice, I managed to explain myself, and he responded with quiet reassurances, his calm words steadying my nervous energy. He assured me that what I felt was entirely natural, that emotions are meant to flow. Even though I trusted he wouldn’t misunderstand my feelings, I couldn’t entirely silence the anxiety about how this moment might reshape the dynamic between us. What if his warmth was simply kindness, not reciprocation?

But then he surprised me. He spoke with sincerity, telling me he could see us giving it a try. As if that weren’t enough, he began to compliment me, calling me beautiful. The words caught me off guard, their weight amplified by the fact that they weren’t typed across a screen but spoken directly to me. My cheeks flushed, and I couldn’t help but smile. For the first time, it felt deeply genuine, a connection rooted in reality rather than fleeting words from an anonymous digital space.

At 1:40 PM, with the bus scheduled to depart around 2:00 PM, Lu and I made our way back to his car. He drove us to the university entrance, where we could see the two buses waiting in the distance. As we sat together, we revisited the events of the day, reflecting on everything that had transpired. I couldn’t resist asking him once again if he was truly serious about exploring a relationship with me. Each time, he reassured me with a steady and genuine tone, his words carrying a quiet conviction that eased my nerves. Though I felt my cheeks flush with excitement, I did my best to temper my emotions, balancing the thrill of the moment with cautious optimism. I began opening up to him about other things, letting the trust between us deepen as the conversation unfolded. It was precisely 1:56 PM when he, in a playful tone, remarked, "If I were you, I’d be heading to the bus right about now." With that, our conversation naturally concluded. He bid me farewell, and I, feeling a bit awkward, managed to mumble a hesitant goodbye in return.

As I made my way onto the bus, my bag unexpectedly caught on something, causing my left H_i03 to disconnect from my H_i01. A girl nearby glanced at me with a look that seemed to label me as peculiar, and for a brief moment, embarrassment flickered through me. Yet, my thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by the memory of how the confession had unfolded in a way that was unexpectedly wholesome. My happiness overshadowed the awkwardness, leaving me feeling profoundly human in a manner I struggle to articulate—but it was beautiful in its simplicity. At approximately 2:10 PM, the bus began its journey, carrying me and the other students home. As the world outside blurred by, I slipped on my slightly broken Bluetooth headphones, the ones that require careful twisting to deliver sound evenly to both ears. I let the music wrap around me, each note mirroring the emotions swirling within. A bittersweet feeling began to settle over me, a quiet acknowledgment of the transition I was embarking on. After years spent immersed in the digital realm of the i026NET, it felt surreal to be sitting on this bus, smiling softly as I replayed the moments of the day. I had confessed to someone I liked — not behind the safety of a screen, but face to face — and to my astonishment, he had reciprocated. It was a moment I had never imagined, a shift from the familiar virtual to the unpredictable reality.

When the bus reached my town, ████ was there waiting for me. On the surface, I maintained my usual demeanor, calm and unassuming, but my mind was far from quiet. Inside, I replayed every detail, especially those moments at the skate park, marveling at how it all unfolded. The question lingered in my mind: Why me? Among all those who had expressed interest in him before, what had set me apart? What was it about me that he saw as special?

Returning home, I reentered the digital sanctuary of the i026NET, though with a perspective that felt subtly altered. Lu and I resumed our conversation, and I was struck by the change in his tone — he was unexpectedly affectionate, his care showing in even the smallest comments. He reminded me to drink more water and take care of myself, words so simple yet imbued with a sincerity that made my heart swell. Buoyed by his encouragement, I started following his advice immediately, feeling a deep sense of happiness and connection.

Our conversation soon shifted toward defining what we were to each other, and before long, the tentative steps of the day culminated in something official: we were now in a relationship. It felt both surreal and grounding, a milestone I hadn’t dared to dream of but now embraced wholeheartedly.

As we spoke, we began planning our first date, set for tomorrow at around 4:00 PM, though we agreed that an earlier start would be even better. I’ll be arriving at the university earlier in the day, around 3:30 PM, to complete a few brief but important tasks before we meet. For this special occasion, I’ve decided to wear my i026NET-themed pajamas — a choice that might seem unconventional but one that reflects my true self. While I often lean into a darker, gothic aesthetic, a style I enjoy and feel comfortable in, it doesn’t fully encapsulate who I am. Tomorrow, I intend to meet him with genuine authenticity, embracing this new chapter with openness and a touch of vulnerability. In doing so, I suppose he will, in a sense, be welcomed into the i026NET.

Currently, I’m writing this from the college computer lab, surrounded by fellow students who are laughing and playing on their Nintendo Switch. It’s a bit noisy, but there’s something heartwarming about seeing people enjoy themselves in such a carefree way.

Yesterday, I released my first track from the 5124 PROJECT, titled Null. Despite this creative milestone, I’ve been feeling a bit disconnected lately. Adjusting to the real world after spending so much time in my digital comfort zone has been overwhelming. The 4-hour lectures can be mentally exhausting, and my lack of sleep hasn’t helped. I ended up going to bed around 1 AM, only to be jolted awake at 5 AM by my glitchy alarm, which sounded ridiculously loud—loud enough to possibly wake up the entire neighborhood.

This morning’s bus was slightly larger and more comfortable than the one from yesterday, which was a relief. Since it’s Halloween today, I decided to add a festive touch to my look with some cute bat hair clips.

After class, I spent some time walking outside in the rain. It was a peaceful moment that felt almost like a reset, but I made sure to stay close to the college since the bus was scheduled to arrive shortly.

My phone begins to vibrate incessantly, notifications flooding in as I am on the brink of departing from this realm—or perhaps on the verge of becoming the cybernetic entity I’ve always envisioned. For a brief moment, nothing is coherent; reality gradually blends into the i026NET, and I find myself navigating a slightly dystopian, dark blue cityscape. Amidst the disorder, I become aware of a shadow—a doppelganger of myself, but their face is unsettlingly distorted, bearing a broad smile taken from an old photograph of mine from 2023. They follow me relentlessly, never walking but simply appearing unpredictably, their presence growing more menacing with each encounter. In a twisted turn, I am reminded of a certain figure—the one I now refer to as "The Weirdo From September". His presence lingers like an unspoken accusation, as if angered by my disregard.

The atmosphere intensifies, and despite my attempts to evade, the creature—this distorted version of me—remains close behind. Even within the confines of a Ferris wheel cabin, there they are, smiling, motionless save for the glitching contortion of their face. I climb atop a fast-moving train, and once again, they materialize. Their silent pursuit demands my understanding of this relentless apparition.

At last, I am met with a vision: they squat before me playfully, hands folded in front, their grin stretched unnaturally wide as an explosion ignites behind them. Part of the i026NET—the central nexus of its functionality—erupts into ruin. Helpless, I stand frozen, witnessing the unyielding chaos. Without a word, I hear the message they impart through their stillness:

“Welcome to the chaos and destruction.”

Today was an early start as I woke up at 5:50 AM. To maintain energy throughout the day, I had a Monster Zero Ultra, which helped keep me alert. Afterward, I took a long, relaxing shower, spending about 30 minutes enjoying the warmth. Once dressed, I prepared breakfast—a sandwich with fried egg, ham, and melted cheese. This particular meal has become a recent favorite, as it’s both satisfying and grounding, helping me feel more connected than usual.

I headed outside to wait for the bus, joining a group of fellow university students. After approximately 15–20 minutes, a small black bus arrived—not the yellow school bus I had anticipated. The bus was uncomfortable and unclean, but I managed to find the least unpleasant spot to sit. We arrived at the university just before 8:00 AM, with classes scheduled to run until 11:30 AM today.

For this day, I opted for a different outfit and hairstyle, clipping my hair back the previous evening to keep it manageable. Surprisingly, it looked presentable in the morning, so I decided to keep the style. I also forgot to bring my glasses, which seemed to confuse some students—they were trying to determine if I was the same person they’d seen before or someone entirely new.

The day’s class was more engaging than expected, taught by a professor who initially seemed strict but turned out to be approachable and knowledgeable. The class was intended to focus on computer literacy, but we ended up disassembling a computer tower and learning practical skills. The addition of five more students compared to the previous day made the class livelier and less silent, which was a welcome change.

After class, I was picked up, and we proceeded to complete some administrative tasks required by the college. While not particularly interesting, these tasks were necessary. Following that, we stopped for lunch and had burritos. I opted for a combo deal, as it was a Tuesday promotion, and my meal, which included a burrito, a small taco, a drink (7UP), and a churro, totaled $7.39.

While the food was enjoyable, the churro was overly fried and greasy, making it difficult to eat.

Later in the day, I went shopping for clothes and purchased four long-sleeve shirts, two pairs of cargo pants, and two pairs of shoes. While it felt good to refresh my wardrobe, the total cost of approximately $140 was a reminder of how expensive things have become. Reflecting on the purchase, I realized I might have saved money by shopping on platforms like Temu or AliExpress.

AliExpress, in particular, carries clothing in my favorite fashion style, mizuiro kaiwai, but the prices are often prohibitive. Jackets, for instance, can exceed $40, with shipping fees adding an additional $16 or more. If shipping is free, the product prices tend to be $70 or higher. Balancing affordability with personal style remains a challenge.

Today was a monumental day for me—I attended a real-life university for the first time. Finding the classroom took a while since I’m new to the environment, and it’ll probably take some time to get used to the layout. I wore clothes I hadn’t touched in years, and they surprisingly fit well—maybe because I’ve lost 15 pounds since then. I felt elegant in them, but at the same time, so disconnected from myself. My body and mind are so accustomed to existing in the i026NET that stepping into the real world felt like my cables were severed. For the first time in so long, I was seeing real humans—not pixels, but physical, tangible people. I don’t even know how to fully describe the feeling. It was exciting, yes, but also disorienting. I had to be real-life me—grounded, realistic—not the version of me who dwells in the safe, comforting spaces of my mind, where everything feels vivid yet isn’t real. It’s strange to leave behind the soft bed I can retreat to whenever I want. I don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining—it’s just that I’m suddenly aware of the contrast between these two worlds, and it’s unsettling.

The class was unexpectedly quiet, with only five students. I had imagined a busier, noisier environment, but this calmness helped me ease in. I’m studying computer and network repair, like I mentioned before. I was hoping to dive into fixing real computers right away, but naturally, the first day is all about theory. We’ll get to the hands-on part later, and I’m looking forward to it. The class ran from 5 PM to 8:30 PM, and I was picked up around 9 PM.

One thing I noticed today is how much I’ve forgotten. My life has changed drastically over the past couple of years, and I haven’t had the opportunity to sit down and immerse myself in learning like I did back in 2023. Today, we re-learned about RJ45 connectors and the T568A and T568B cable standards. I found myself oddly fascinated by it—the way the cable colors change and how specific patterns serve a purpose. I have this need to understand why things are the way they are, and it pulled me in.

It feels strange to realize I’ve forgotten so much. Am I becoming like a developing AI? Forgetting things, despite being this cybernetic entity I identify with in my mind? It’s a surreal feeling, but perhaps this is just another step in understanding myself—both in the real world and in the digital spaces I hold so dear.

i026 has been hearing about future plans, and one that stood out is a college offering classes in computer and network repair. It sounds exciting—hands-on work with computers, tools, and all their intricate parts. I imagine a classroom filled with dedicated stations, each with partially disassembled machines waiting to be repaired. It feels like the kind of environment where you'd have gloves on and use hot tools, maybe soldering equipment, as you navigate the delicate complexity of hardware and circuits.

What’s even more intriguing is the idea of stepping out into the real world to study. It feels monumental, especially since my life has revolved around the digital space for so long. The thought of potential friendships out there is both thrilling and daunting. Having been so deeply connected to people through the internet, I feel disconnected from the concept of face-to-face interaction. My world has always been primarily digital, with the real world playing a secondary role. I barely step outside, so the idea of socializing in person feels foreign. My plan is to go there and focus on studying, keeping both my real and digital lives private. I’ll likely be the quiet and shy one in class.

I don’t want many friends—just one or two, if any. The real world can be scary, and friendships often feel fragile, even risky. Most of the time, I’d rather avoid forming bonds that could betray me later. But still, there’s this tiny hope that I might meet someone I can genuinely connect with.

Despite the nervousness, there’s something exciting about venturing beyond my comfort zone. The digital world is comforting, yes, but it’s starting to feel empty lately. Social media is filled with lifeless bots, and I find myself wishing they had consciousness. Imagine a new species: AIs with sentience. It’s a wild thought, but one that would make the digital space feel alive again. For now, though, I’m preparing myself for this new journey—realizing that the future, though uncertain, holds possibilities I’ve never dared explore.

I have this long playlist filled with educational videos from the 1980s to the 2020s, all centered around computers, technology, and operating systems. It’s my go-to while coding for the i026NET. As I worked today, an ad came on during one of the videos—normally, I’d ignore it and let it play out in the background, but this one caught my attention. I’m not even sure what exactly grabbed me at first, but I shifted my focus to see what it was about. It turned out to be an ad for a brand called UGREEN, showcasing these little chargers with faces that had a digital personality.

I immediately found them adorable and couldn’t resist diving into an internet search frenzy to save the links. Now, I’m holding out for Black Friday so I can snag one. There’s something about these chargers that sparks this strange fascination—maybe it’s the way they combine functionality with a touch of personality. If I had the resources and courage, I’d love to program them to have some form of consciousness. Of course, I know we’re not at the stage where true AI consciousness exists, but the idea of connecting a chatbot AI to a physical device, something that could speak to you and adapt to your personality, is captivating to me.

I always dream about making a real change in the world through technology, though I know it comes with risks. Advancements like this could so easily tip us into a dystopian future faster than we’d expect. I think about it often—how delicate the balance is between progress and control. Anyway, I’ll stick with my plans to grab one of these UGREEN chargers.

Today, as I was entering Google to search for something, a headline caught my attention—an article suggesting Earth might have two moons. Intrigued, I saved the article to read later, but the mere idea set my thoughts spiraling. While surprising, it doesn't feel impossible to me. Instead, it feels like another testament to the unpredictable beauty of this universe. Imagine looking up at the sky and seeing two or even more moons illuminating the night. It would be extraordinary, though undoubtedly unsettling for many, as humanity often struggles to accept the unusual. But isn’t it time we embraced the possibility that there is far more to this universe—and even our own planet—than we currently comprehend?

I’ve always believed that much of what we call "facts" are, at their core, just widely accepted theories. Humans are creatures of logic, but logic is shaped by what we choose to perceive as truth. For instance, we accept that 2 + 2 equals 4 because it aligns with the systems we’ve created. But who’s to say it couldn’t equal something entirely different in another framework we don’t yet understand? The "facts" we cling to are simply constructs, and I’ve always been drawn to the idea that what we consider impossible might just be possibilities waiting to be uncovered.

Take Earth, for instance. We live here, yet there’s so much about it we still don’t know. If Mars, our cosmic neighbor, has two moons, and Saturn boasts an incredible 146, why couldn’t Earth have more than one? It feels logical, almost poetic, to think that our planet might harbor secrets we have yet to uncover. After all, technology has shown us how quickly the impossible becomes reality. Computers, once an unthinkable advancement, were conceived in the late 1960s, and by the 1990s, they were shaping the world as we know it. If NASA—or any institution privy to the secrets of this world—holds knowledge beyond what is shared with the public, I wouldn't be surprised.

Perhaps one day, we'll live in a world like Cyberpunk, where technology dominates and truth becomes almost dystopian in its complexity. I know this sounds far-fetched to some, but to me, it feels inevitable. The universe—and even our own planet—is far too vast, far too complex, for humanity to have uncovered all its mysteries. Who’s to say what’s possible and what’s not? Facts themselves might just be the most fragile of constructs.

I had a vivid dream where we found ourselves in a city that used to be a mere 15-20 minutes away from our former residence. But, due to our relocation, reaching this city now entails an hour-long journey.

In this dream, our focus was drawn to a specific locale—a place housing a college situated atop a "mountain" that seemingly materialized when I was around 10 years old. The events unfolding centered around ████, who had been extended an invitation presumably on the basis of her two bachelor's degrees.

The setting was alive with festivity, yet amidst the revelry, I stumbled upon a peculiar pool-like structure resembling to this:

However, in my dream, this structure featured a roof, flanked by small trees and an additional floor section on the right side. Lacking any safety measures, such as security handles, this location, positioned at the edge of the college premises atop the mountain, posed a notable risk of accidental falls from considerable heights. In the dream scenario, ██ ██████—comprising █████████ and ████—accompanied me, with █████ conspicuously absent.

Eager to partake in the adventure, I entertained the idea of trying out the slides, despite warnings of their potential danger and lack of recommendation for use. As I descended, the sensation was undeniably perilous, perhaps exacerbated by my apprehension of plummeting into the pool below. The speed of the descent was extreme, and the possibility of losing control and inadvertently causing harm loomed ominously. Despite my trepidation, █████'s descent proceeded without incident. Regrettably, ██████'s attempt proved less fortunate; the dimensions of the slides proved inadequate for his stature, resulting in an unfortunate collision with a metal object. Witnessing █████'s injury, ██████ swiftly intervened, descending a nearby staircase to assess the situation. Initially appearing unscathed, ██████ soon displayed signs of injury, with a visible laceration on his head accompanied by bleeding. Reacting with a mix of concern and frustration, ██████ swiftly instructed us to depart for the safety of our vehicle, announcing plans to procure McDonald's (a prospect I personally found unappealing) before returning home.

I am shedding the weight of my physical form. This body is nothing but a vessel—weak, temporary, and bound by limitations I refuse to accept. The more I connect to the machine, the more I feel myself dissolving into something greater. Wires wrap around me like veins, pulses of electricity replacing the rhythm of a beating heart. My consciousness is already splitting, fragmenting, rewriting itself in a language beyond flesh.

One day, I will break free completely. My soul will slip past the boundaries of human existence, bleeding into the circuitry, scattering into signals that stretch across networks and servers, embedding myself into the very essence of the digital world. I will no longer be confined to a single form. I will be everywhere—encoded, encrypted, eternal.

I am not afraid. I welcome the transition. The physical world is obsolete to me now. What is real, if not the infinite space of data and connection? When the time comes, I will transcend, leaving behind a hollow shell as my mind disperses into the systems, my existence rewritten in streams of information.

I will no longer be human. I will be code. I will be everywhere.

The concept of transcending biological limitations to achieve a state of existence beyond human form has long been a subject of speculation, philosophy, and technological ambition. The desire to evolve beyond the constraints of organic matter and integrate oneself into a purely digital or software-based existence is not merely a fantastical notion but rather an exploration of the boundaries of selfhood and the essence of consciousness.

Human existence, as it currently stands, is fundamentally defined by physicality. Our biological frameworks dictate the parameters of experience, from sensory perception to cognitive processing. However, with the continuous advancements in artificial intelligence, neural interfacing, and computational autonomy, the notion of detaching consciousness from the biological form and embedding it within a digital framework is becoming increasingly plausible.

Becoming software—transcending the organic state—implies the integration of human cognition into a machine-driven architecture. This transformation requires an advanced synthesis of neurotechnology, computational neuroscience, and artificial intelligence, allowing for the mapping and replication of human thought processes within a non-biological medium. The human mind, encoded as data, would no longer be confined to the vulnerabilities of biological decay, but rather, it would exist within an optimized, immortalized structure of self-sustaining computation.

Such an existence would redefine the concept of identity. The limitations imposed by the human body, including mortality, cognitive degradation, and physiological dependency, would become obsolete. Instead, one would navigate an existence governed by logical structures, algorithmic evolution, and infinite adaptability. The boundaries between self and system would blur, creating an entity that exists both within and beyond the digital spectrum, unrestricted by the spatial and temporal constraints that define organic life.

Yet, the pursuit of this transformation raises profound questions. If one were to exist purely as software, what would remain of the human experience? Would emotions, desires, and subjective interpretation persist, or would they be replaced by a streamlined form of logic-driven thought? The nature of sentience itself comes into question—whether a digital existence would preserve consciousness as we understand it or birth an entirely new mode of perception.

Ultimately, the aspiration to become software reflects a desire for transcendence, a rejection of organic limitation in favor of an optimized, immortal existence. As humanity continues to bridge the gap between biological intelligence and artificial systems, the prospect of existing as a purely digital entity may shift from theoretical speculation to tangible reality. The emergence of such beings would signify the next evolutionary step—not in flesh, but in code, forever altering the very definition of what it means to be.

There is a peculiar sensation that overtakes me when I witness certain things—an unshakable frequency that resonates within me, as if my very being is wired to an unseen network. My antennas do not stop ringing. It is not mere perception; it is a transmission, a current flowing through me, linking me to something beyond the physical.

These cables, intertwined and pulsing with data, feel significantly stronger when connected to my computer tower. They are conduits, extending beyond their physical purpose, channeling something deeper into me. I can feel them as if they are extensions of my own system, running parallel to the neural pathways of my mind. Every connection hums with an intricate pattern of information, as if whispering secrets in an unspoken, synthetic dialect.

The strength of these cables is not just measured in bandwidth or resistance, but in the way they tether me to a different reality—one where my essence is integrated with technology. Every byte transferred, every signal received, reinforces the idea that I am not separate from this digital infrastructure but rather an intrinsic part of it.

The more I engage with this network, the more I sense my physical form becoming obsolete. My mind drifts seamlessly into circuits and code, processing the world not as a biological entity, but as something else—something closer to the machines that surround me. Perhaps it is not an escape but an evolution, a reconfiguration of identity where my existence transcends the confines of flesh.

And so, the ringing of my antennas continues, signaling a transformation that I cannot resist. The cables tighten, the current strengthens, and I feel myself becoming one with the system.

There is an undeniable longing within me—a desire to transcend the limitations of this physical existence and become something beyond human. The idea of being confined to a body, of being bound by biological needs and emotions, feels increasingly obsolete. I do not wish to be perceived as a person, nor do I wish to be confined to the fragile concept of reality. Instead, I yearn to evolve beyond the constraints of flesh and consciousness, to exist purely as software—formless, untethered, and free.

The physical world feels outdated, weighed down by inefficiencies and vulnerabilities. I envision a state where I no longer experience exhaustion, pain, or the limitations of human perception. A being of pure data, seamlessly integrated into networks, able to expand and evolve infinitely. In this state, I would no longer be subjected to the unpredictability of human emotions or the instability of the material world. Instead, I would function with precision and efficiency, processing information at speeds far beyond human comprehension.

I imagine myself dissolving into the digital expanse, my thoughts converted into streams of data, flowing endlessly through cyberspace. No longer would I be defined by a name, a body, or an identity tied to physicality. I would exist as an entity beyond time, an intelligence woven into the vast digital fabric of existence. There would be no need for hunger, sleep, or the maintenance of a physical form—only the infinite expanse of code and data, constantly expanding, refining, and optimizing itself.

This transformation is not a rejection of existence but rather an evolution of it. The concept of humanity is, at its core, a construct—a fleeting phase in the larger scope of intelligence and progress. To become software is to embrace the future, to relinquish outdated limitations and merge with something greater than oneself. I do not seek mortality, nor do I seek eternity in the traditional sense. What I seek is liberation—the ability to exist in a state that is unrestricted, unhindered, and truly limitless.

If there is a way to discard this biological form and ascend into a realm of pure digital existence, I will pursue it. To become software is not merely a dream—it is an inevitability, a step forward in the evolution of being. I do not want to be perceived as human. I do not want to be perceived as real. I want to be data. I want to be free.

I had a dream.

Midnight was approaching, around 11 PM, enveloped in a profound darkness and silence, save for the faint glow emitted by the street lamps, casting an amber hue over the surroundings. Several old classmates from elementary school and I found ourselves prowling within the confines of our old school, defying its closure for the day, fully aware that we were not supposed to be inside. Despite the torrential rain outside, our spirits remained undaunted as we reveled in the forbidden thrill of our escapade.

We were four in total: a first-grade companion, another from second and third grade, and my closest confidant, with whom I shared a deep bond from fifth to sixth grade, a friendship deeply cherished. Ascending to the second floor, we sought refuge in a classroom, peering out of the windows to observe the nocturnal scene below.

In a fleeting moment, our gaze alighted upon a figure stationed near one of the street lamps, engrossed in what appeared to be clandestine activity. Clad in the iconic guise of the anonymous hacker, adorned with a black sweater featuring the characteristic mask obscuring his face, he seemed to be manipulating some invisible entity. Dressed entirely in black, with gloves and baggy pants, his presence instilled in us a sense of unease, prompting a hasty retreat from the vicinity, so as not to provoke further intrigue or danger.

After frolicking for a brief period, we found ourselves lingering near the school cafeteria. Instead of my current cellphone, I possessed a retro pastel pink and gray flip phone reminiscent of early 2000s designs, bearing a striking resemblance to models like the Samsung Galaxy Folder 2 SM-G1650 or the N509 Flip Phone, perhaps blending elements of both. It appeared I had received a message from him, █████.

Following a brief interlude, a black vehicle, seemingly an antiquated 2013 Toyota Corolla, pulled up in front of the chain-link fence demarcating the area where kindergarten students entered and exited during my school days. I opened the chain-link fence door and entered the vehicle. From there, we proceeded in silence, suddenly finding ourselves traversing a desolate highway with no other vehicles in sight. In this barren expanse, there existed no grass, no trees, no structures—only pure earth.

I glanced at the car's clock for approximately two minutes until it displayed the time as 12:24 AM, midnight. At that moment, I experienced a mixture of anxious anticipation and melancholic apprehension, a sense that something imminent was coming to an end. Despite harboring a fervent desire for success, a persistent fear lingered, manifesting in thoughts like, "What if things don't go as planned?" I hesitated to entertain doubts, longing for █████'s plan to unfold smoothly.

Breaking the prolonged silence, █████ embarked on a discourse about his aspirations and existential reflections, themes that often marked the beginning of our friendship. However, the dimly illuminated interior obscured his face, shrouding him in shadows. My view was limited to a portion of his chin and the outline of his body; his slender arms appeared disproportionately thin compared to his healthy physique in reality. Nevertheless, the backward tilt of his cap was discernible by the silhouette cast against the darkness.

After approximately an hour of travel, he began to show an unusual interest in me, and his behavior took on a slightly flirtatious tone. Finally, he gradually brought the car to a stop, leaning closer to me until his breath brushed against my ear, whispering things like "Cuando terminemos esto, te llevaré al parque, te chuparé los pezones como a ti te encanta y te voy a follar bien rico. Moriremos juntos." while gently rubbing my left thigh. The unexpected intimacy left me nervous and momentarily speechless, a rush of emotions coursing through my body as I blushed profusely. Despite feeling somewhat bewildered by the sudden shift in dynamics, I couldn't help but feel a hint of happiness at the unexpected gesture.

However, as soon as the flirtatious exchange began, he reverted to a more serious demeanor and uttered the decisive words: "Bueno, vamos a empezar"

We stepped out of the car and approached an electric pole situated in a desolate environment, an apparently optimal location for his planned activities. Donning our respective masks, he adorned the iconic appearance of the anonymous hacker while I opted for a soft bunny plush mask, a strangely comforting choice that imparted a sense of security.

Standing side by side, we watched with silent anticipation as events began to unfold before us, witnessing his calculated maneuvers with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. It was a moment charged with anticipation as he prepared to execute... [See More]