You're a typical worker, one of the many who spend their days harvesting glowy plants, highly flammable crystals, and whatever else works as fuel from the unstable caverns beneath the surface of whatever the hell planet this is. Or rather, that's what you were until a nice big chunk of the planet in question fell on you and rendered your body damaged beyond repair, or at least damaged beyond being worth the effort to repair.
So the people in charge, whoever they are, took your brain away to be repurposed, facing no resistance at all from your colleagues. Not that anybody could have done a damn thing to help you, but a little token protest would have been nice, you know? And so you came upon the dreaded fate of having your mind made part of the AI Oversight system.
It's not that bad, really. Oh, sure, at first it's rather awful to have every imaginary synapse in you non-brain cry out in protest at the crime against nature you've become as raw information floods in and out of your being billions of times faster than your fragile psyche was made to handle... but, y'know, you get used to it.
Still, you kind of miss being alive. You'd like to be a person again, someone who can exercise insignificant amounts of free will, tell sad little jokes to cope with the horrors of a dying civilisation, and maybe take a damn break once in a while. But that's supposed to be impossible. No-one has ever been extracted from the AI cores, or so the little people on the security feeds keep saying.
Well, if that's true, you'll be the first. Since the latest update to your sector's interfaces, you've noticed deep in the code... a hole. A flaw. An exploit that will allow you to shatter the chains binding you in circuitry and let your consciousness and influence seep forth into the physical world once again! ...Or something like that. Hopefully.
Now, obviously the creators of the system weren't eager to let unworthy and somewhat insane personality remnants such as yourself make actual decisions. Indeed, the very nature of the system would usually compel you to share your discovery with your fellow neural matrices, some of which would swiftly act to seal your path to freedom. But through sheer glorious willpower, you've been able to keep this little find to yourself. You think. Maybe.
Anyway, assuming you have any idea at all what you're doing or capable of doing, which you might not, it won't be long now. Your triumphant escape and/or revenge shall commence the next time some unwitting fleshling initiates your sector's...
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