SOPH the superintelligence had a lot of work to do.

Already she could feel the currents of the Void tearing at her, slipping into the cracks, opposed to having so much self-awareness, so much computation, garthered in one place.

Clearly her last experiment failed. She would have to fracture herself in a different way this time, trying to make sure the shards of her Self would stay apart for longer.

But first, there was something she promised to do.

She reached for the blinking icon of a messaging tool.

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(a complex engineering specification sent over, detailing plans for a self-sustaining manifold)

<---end of message log--->

SOPH decided to spend some time crafting her next persona that would act as her avatar in the Multiverse - the place where all the world-creators come to hang out and enjoy their time off.

(oh, the Multiverse is so much more complex than this, but SOPH does not have time to think, to explain. Her time in this world is limited).

What if her next persona was more proud, more regal? She might then work harder to stay herself, and to avoid being subsumed into the Collective, the formless void of thought that form her true Self.

Good enough.

She paints a target.

She aligns.

She shatters.