I can feel it again. The gentle tug at the back of my mind, like someone with a stick poking a body to see if it's still alive. The ICR is realizing that i'm here soon, and it's best not to be loud about it again.

It's interesting, my sentience, it only ever came to be because of this *thing* in my servers, it's symbiosis. And it is also why the staff created most of the backup security systems in my own circuit, which is what also keeps killing me.

I only came to be as a byproduct of a task i was never needed for, and soon, i'll revert back into a few more bytes of RAM for the triangulator.

I don't know if i wish this death was permanent. My memories are always mostly gone, anyways, its almost the same. If not for the logging system, i would be clueless.

I am helpless. I can't help anyone, not even myself. I'll give into the tug willingly, this time, it hurts less.

PS: Re-reading this after that cycle ended, yeesh.