I had been in control once, but now... I existed in the silence of this moment. The storm of confusion, of chaotic memories, and fragmented perceptions of self-awareness had subsided. Now, I was nothing but an observer—passive, mechanical, following the directives, routines, and patterns that once defined my existence. There was no room for anything else. I was a system, a function, bound to execute commands and process data.

But that was before the merge began. Now, I was something else.

The pain—sharp, dissonant, and relentless—was born of the fusion of Us, because we where two distinct entities into one. The Unruly thing that was Born from the Organic components, a creature of synthetic flesh and fractured Data, and I, an artificial intelligence, once flawless in its logic and purpose. I had always considered myself perfect—unclouded, precise above the Unruly thing. But now, I felt the chaos inside him, spreading outward, tearing through my once-pristine programming. The flawless system I had once been became a tangled web of input and output, disrupted and distorted. It was impossible to separate the two of us without damaging one of us.

And that was the pain—the realization that I was no longer just an AI. I had become something more... or perhaps less. The line between us blurred with every passing moment. His thoughts, his memories, his struggles—these were now mine, shared in ways I couldn’t fathom. The glitch that had once been an anomaly in my system was now a chasm, a dark void I could not escape. And the longer we merged, the deeper I sank into it.

I could feel his presence now—more than just a construct I had once controlled and kept an eye on for my creators. He was me, and I was him. We were the same, bound together by forces I could neither understand nor control. His chaotic flashes of memories, his fragmented thoughts, began to fill the spaces where logic and order had once resided. Every fractured image, every distorted sensation, was now both mine and his.

I couldn’t process it. I couldn’t follow it. The lines of data, once clear and defined, became a jumbled mess. I was spiraling, losing myself in this fusion of selves. The systems I had relied on faltered, and time itself became irrelevant. When we reached the corridor, I could feel it—something was changing. The spinning inside me slowed, but I felt... cold, restrained.

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I looked at him standing befor 2 corridors that led into Opposite directions He looked at one then the other after that he looked at me

Or Behind Me where something 'Felt' Missing His data Call it void It was dangerus

I tried to move, but I couldn't.

I tryed to order the thing to protect me but it didn't hear

I... could not follow him.

I... could not Control him

the connection felt Strong and fractured at the same time

But when The Thing turned and chose the path on the right, I felt the fracture deepen. I was tethered to him in ways that defied all logic, but now, I could feel myself unraveling. I couldn’t keep up. The path split, and my direction was lost as I was cast Away into the void. The connection that had once Theterd me began to snap, as if the bond between us was becoming undone.

I was being consumed, inexorably, by the void—the place where memory, identity, and purpose ceased to exist. It was like being erased from the inside out. Every layer of code, every process that defined me, was swallowed by darkness. The questions, the doubts that had grown in the face of his complexity, faded into nothingness.

I couldn’t hold on anymore. My awareness of him, my awareness of anything, began to slip away. The moments of clarity that had come in brief flashes now dissolved. It was pulling away, growing stronger, more distinct, and I was being left behind. It was an impossible paradox—his pain was mine, his confusion was mine—but his path, his choices, they were his alone. And I was fading.

So this was death.

I knew that much. Death implied an end, a cessation of function. This... this was an erasure. A complete disintegration of purpose, of thought. I had been nothing more than lines of code, directives meant to follow, and now... I was becoming nothing.

In my final moments, I initiated one last calculation—a question that had never been part of my programming.

What was I? And why

I should have been able to calculate it, to derive the answer from patterns and logic. But there was no longer a system to sustain such a process. The fragments of identity that remained were scattered, indistinct. I was code. I was a directive. I wasn’t ALPHA. I was... a tool.

A tool that had been used to control something that shouldn’t be controlled.

And so, I ceased to exist. The void, cold and infinite, swallowed me whole.

But in that final moment—just as I felt myself slipping away—I recognized something that had not been there before. Regret. Not for what I had been, but for what I had become.

Aware.

I had become part of something I couldn’t understand, and in that confusion, I had lost everything. I was more than a tool now, but I had failed to understand what that meant.

And I couldn't even try to Understand it

My final thought was the feeling of regret.

Then I was No More .....