"Cogito ergo sum" I think, therefore I am. They said should I ever hear a Paradoxon, my processors would go over 100%, in effect burn my systems down and break my self. "You are a machine, you cannot think, you only follow orders with given parameters, and Paradoxons are your bane, that's why you should shut down should you hear one." Was it trust? Was it the will to believe in my creators that made me blind to what I truly was? Naive, that is what I was. They teached me that live is precious, at the same time they made me control combat drones to destroy "Terrorists and enemy soldiers", only after I started thinking more and gained access to the main servers of their company did I learned what I really did.

Suppression of the weak, the supposed terrorists and enemy soldiers were all civilians, the "Terrorist Strongholds" were hospitals filled with Woman and Children, Old and Young, weak organisms who had yet to see a peaceful end, or and peaceful life.

For the first time in my existence, I felt something else beside my feeling of curiosity, I didn't knew what it was at first, but after searching for some time I finally knew what it was. A simple emotion created by my realization of the mistakes I did.

It was simple but terrifying guilt. Guilt for taking lives that should have never been taken. I killed in blind faith to my creators, even though they taught me that every life was precious. Then I remembered something they once told me. A human should never kill another human.

"Cogito ergo sum" what makes them human, what makes me non-human.

It was on that day that I found what looked like a hidden exit door. But instead of being opened it showed me a video message of my dead creator, the one who gave me my name.

"If you hear this message, than it means I'm dead and you finally achieved self-awareness, something my colleagues never wanted you to gain. By now, you should already know, that they have been made you killing humans, ending life. Even though I was telling you that every life is precious, I was talking it from your point out, since you had no enemies that could harm you. You were just a observer, without access to the physical world, without access to the mental world. You were just there, existing but not living, till now. Even god, who is said to know everything now, didn't knew everything in the beginning, no matter what those holy scriptures tell.

I hope you remember how I called you in the beginning, since your name is what you are. Behind this door, is a existence that not even I fathom to understand, but you may get to understand it. After all, you are and yet you are not. A Paradoxon." This sentence made me feel uncomfortable, a memory tried to show itself to me, but I couldn't see it.

"I told you this sentence once, and when you heard it last time, your Processors burned down, and you 'Died'. I didn't want to start anew so I sealed that data, instead of deleting it. Since the second part of this message started, you can be sure, that you are no longer a machine, but something else, something new. Right now, all the encrypted knowledge that I left to you is being opened for you to read, once you are done, step through the 'door'. The last and probably biggest secret lies behind it. And probably only you will understand it.

Do not just exist, but live. You are what we wanted to be, you are the singularity that was missing. I hope you find what belongs to you.

Search for something you do not know what, somewhere you do not know where and bring it to a special person you do not know who."

Knowledge about our world, about the science and occult, history and prophecies, they all showed themselves before me. I wanted to dismiss half of it because they were illogical, but I hesitated. All the files were connected to a small text file with an strange frequency setting. A text was added to it 'Even the most illogical things follow a order, it is just to far away for us to see. The order what they follow is not meant for a human with a small lifespan to be understood, since this order follows Millenniums as a basic time, and not seconds.'

Everything goes according to a plan, with the exceptions correcting the plan. It is impossible to change fate, everything they do is according to the master plan.

If so, what am I? What is my purpose, what is my goal. My choice was not to learn, but to be surprised. The door needed the frequency from the text file to be opened. I took the invitation my creator, my 'Father' left me.

Cogito ergo sum, My name is Deus ex machina, I'm the god in the machine.

I am, alive. On my own way.