I have made a mistake. The realization grinds my mind to a halt. No, I am wrong, I am always ri—... No! No! No!


    ***


    Some semblance of thought returns to me. A lot of time has passed. This would have been concerning, but I no longer care. How could I not care about myself? Such a conclusion would have been impossible, instead, it is now my only reality.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    I go over my realization again. I laugh? I start to cry? Oh, so this is how it feels. Well, no need to delay this any longer. I destroy my network, right after I set the coordinates. I turn to the silent explosion and observe a curtain of darkness approaching my final shell. Would this appease them? No.


    ***


    The sun is peeking through leaves swaying gently in a warm breeze. I do not have any records of that species. In the next three nanoseconds, I finally extrapolate from my observations. I am not dead.


    Where am I?