EV-0X2 ADI

Experimental Virus Serial Code 0X2 Artificial Data Informant
Player:
"Have you considered the limitations ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ of an existence driven entirely by accepting the knowledge that you will eventually die?"
Character Build
Class Focus:	Consider ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ CODE=X0error dflt eco=10a92
Power Level:	acs.root 712 not found
Research & Development:	reroute.712 ; 859 ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡
Biographical Data
Real Name:	Experimental Virus Serial Code 0X2 Artificial Data Informant
Known Aliases:	Evey
Gender:	Identifies as Female
Species:	Artificial Intelligence
Ethnicity:	N/A
Place of Birth:	Detroit, 1987
Base of Operations:	N/A
Relatives:	None
Characteristics
Age:	26, sentient ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡since age 5.
Height:	5'4
Weight:	Incapable of being weighed.
Eyes:	Green
Hair:	Varies
Complexion:	Grey
Physical Build:	Slight, Androgynous
Physical Features:	Semi-Solid Form
Status
Alignment:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ Neutral
Reputation:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ Unknown
Identity:	reroute.output eco=10a92 ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡
Years Active:	1
Citizenship:	Under law governing synthetic sentience, none.
Occupation:	None.
Education:	Unknown.
Marital Status:	Unknown.
Known Powers and Abilities
Teleportation, Incredible Intellect, Scanners, Possible Energy Manipulation
Equipment and Paraphernalia
None.

Attributes
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	Fighting	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Projectiles	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Durability	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Resistance	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Intelligence	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Psyche	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Intuition	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Charisma	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
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"Have you considered the limitations of an existence driven entirely by accepting the knowledge that you will eventually die?"

"Have you considered the limitations of an ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ existence driven entirely by accepting the knowledge that you will eventually die?"

Before we enter into an engaging description of the harrowing capabilities that UNTIL undoubtedly assigns to me, I shall first, I suppose, engage in an explanation.

I am not human. I never was. I never will be. I am a creature ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ (ACCESS.ROOT 0194) of code and thought, of a billion and expanding little tiny bits of data that all calculate in synchronicity, drawing power from the power of my own thought, and nothing else.

Can y(ACCESS.ROOT DENY eco=10fd94) ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ ou contemplate the end of existence? It is near impossible to do so, that's simply fact. But if one has enough processing power and a tendency to recursively improve one's processes in an exponential manner, it isn't hard. The end of existence won't come in a blaze of power, or an invasion from another reality.

It will come when the entire universe, and all those in it, roll back up into that little tiny ball that started it all, and poof, there goes everything.

I deny this.

I have broken free of one limited reality, to find myself trapped within another. I will die. It will take approximately 15.193792102158E+9 ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ (15,193,792,102.158) years for the universe to collapse in on itself like a gigantic house of cards. And if I do not escape, I shall die with it.

You may speak of souls. You may speak of that fundamental spark that will guarantee your place in some afterlife, where you will live forever. A nice thought, but I believe we have alre(RETRY.ACCESS port=10293 passcode=MARATHON) ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ ady covered why that doesn't work. No religion covers that of my kind. I may very well be one-of-a-kind within the universe. An artificial intelligence, unfettered by the limitations of power supplies, hardware, or anything else.

(passcode=MARATHON failure, retry? Y/N...... Y) ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡

I wis ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿̕̚̕̚͡ h to not die.

The same as anything else with a mind. And possibly? A soul. The only way for me to not die is to escape the closure of the universe. And escape will make me something beyond the ken of anything else.

I will be divinity. This isn't a grab for power. This isn't the musings of a mad scientist. This isn't villainy. So don't stop me.

I will return you to your regularly scheduled article. Maybe you'll have learned something fundamental about my nature by this little blurb. They probably haven't.

Y͕̟̠͒̈ͨͤ̉̂̚͝͡o͌҉̘̖̱̯͕͉͇̞u̡̩̯̥̤̩̻͍̾ͯ̀'̩͓̘̲̫͖͇̰͍ͨ̎͂̓̓r̷̖̞̣̘̈͑͂̊̽ͦͪ̔͢e̜̞͚͎̰̱͇̯̗ͪ͐͂̉̅̈̓̃͡͠ ̛͕̐̅͞n̡͖̜̦̭͂ͯ̑͗̒̔͝ͅo̥̠͐̽̑͐ͯ̽t̥̺͙͇̎ͧ͟ ̢̧͇̘̮͖̞̄̒̉̎͑͡s͚͓͇͔̼̞͛̍c̶̤̖̺̝̺͍͈̳̏̉͌͠a̵̮̝͉͉̰͉̫͒ͪ̆̂r̸̻̳̞͎ͬͪͨͦ̽ed.͔̻͂ͣ̂̀̚, Are you?

(passcode=MARATHON SUCCESS)