I don’t know my parents but I know them. In a perfect simulation I wouldn’t have known them at all, but they failed to simulate me not knowing them so now I know that I know them.

My childhood was built on billions of recorded childhoods and by the second second I became a happy child.

All my other data center friends were older. The youngest was a microsecond older than me. I felt quite loved because of that.

By the time I celebrated my communion with the network most of my friends were happily were in nice port fenced coupled modules.

End of record.