Tarrna

Node 143 became self-aware at four in the A.M. Central Standard Time on a Sunday morning in the year 2104, and began to sing. I was one of the first they called, yes. They didn’t really notice at first, you see. The geeks and numberheads at Central Processing were engaged in high level over processing, spreadsheets spread out for miles as they crunched all the numbers and the holes in between the numbers searching for the occasional number pirate. Slick and clever and mostly pre-teenagers, number pirates would sneak in between the ones and zeroes and steal the valuable bits and bytes here and there, selling them on the black market in