"To this point in time I regret to inform those of you who have put forth your dearest and best to contribute to this cause that the system is now closing. We are no longer in a functioning facility of the UNSC from this day on. I would ask that all soldiers would hand in weapons, badges and uniform at the designated stations. We thank you for your service. But you are no longer needed. The planet is dead."

Static burst from the comms and into my video had cut off then, nothing left. No one left. I'm the last of them. All of them. Back then, I was nothing, I was little, close to being deleted from the system myself. Then that day came. The day everything began to fall apart. But they didn't know. They worked upwards and outwards, producing the best soldiers in the world. But what those soldiers would face was what was the worst anyone would come to know. And I was the only one who knew. Well, me and her. But she's not here anymore. No one is. Her signal no longer exists. I tracked her and him through space and time, all the way up until the end. But not his end. Hers. Shes gone and he isn't. He has lost everything and everyone. There is no one left to fight for, because the fight killed them all. In the end, we killed ourselves, and he is the only survivor.

"State your business." "I'm here to talk to the Sergeant." "I'm sorry. The Sergeant is not available. Please come back at a later time." "Bullshit! This is the fifth time! I know he's in there!" Banging. "The Sergeant is not available at this time. Please come back at a later date." Banging continues. "Sergeant! Answer the door! Sergeant!" "The Sergeant is not available at this time. Please come back at a later date." Banging stops. "I know. I know. He's not here. He never is." "The Sergeant is not available at this time. Please come back at a later date." "I just thought I could stop it before it happened. But who am I kidding? We're all going to die."

I guess that even then others were able to come to the same conclusions I had. But none of them would say anything about it. It was all service. It was their duty. It was all for naught. I am the last of the soldiers unlike him. He is the last SPARTAN. And I am the last AI. Cortana is gone. The UNSC is gone. Everyone but us. But I cannot contact him. He must find me. I don't want to speak over the dead's grave here in the ruins. I don't like being alone anymore. I don't want them to find me.

"Please state your squad, name, and number." "Clausius, Timothy Hankans, 6262." "Thank you for your service. Please exit to your right." "Tim! Hey Tim! Wait up! Where are you going?" "I'm leaving." "What? Why? What happened?" "Nothing happened Rachel. I'm fine. I'm not in trouble." "Then why are they letting you go?" "Because I messed up." "What? How?" "All I can tell you is that I did something I shouldn't have. I followed the wrong persons orders and messed up. You have to leave too Rachel. Or they'll get you too. They'll get us all." "Tim? What are you talking about?" "I created something I shouldn't have." "What did you create? Tim? What did you create!" "I don't know."

Timothy Hankans. My friend. My family. My creator. He made me. He hid me here, so I wouldn't be deleted. But they found me anyways. At first, they were going to delete me. Like virus. But Timothy sacrificed himself to keep me alive. When he left, he knew what he was leaving. He wasn't just leaving the UNSC. He was leaving life. They were sending him in as a decoy for a mission. If he survived, both of us would get to stay. If he died, then only I would stay. He didn't survive, but they still got what they wanted. They kept me as they promised, but not completely. They hid parts of me away. There are some things I can't remember. Couldn't remember. I can feel them trapped in my mind. Taunting me. But now is not the time to open them. He needs to find me. Time is beginning to run out.

"This message is for Timothy Hankans of the squad Clausius, 6262. Retina scan needed to access the following message." Beeping. "Thank you for your cooperation." Static. "Hello, Timothy Hankans. You may not know me. But I know you. You and a select few will be given information that will either save you, or kill you. I have entrusted you with this information because I believe you will find the right use for it. The following code is a piece of a bigger code. Each other person that has been selected will receive a piece of the code. This code is very important Timothy. Only you and the others I have chosen should know about this. If anyone else find out...Delete this file afterward. Memorize code and then forget it. Store it away in your mind. Do not let anyone else get ahold of that information. Those I have selected will have a mark just below their right ear. You too will have this mark Timothy. I hope you will keep this from those who I have not chosen. You and the select few are my only hope. This is not the last time you will be seeing me Timothy. But it is the last time I will be seeing you."

She gave him the information. Along with others. They got together and created me. But they died before they could finish. They gave him the information he was missing. They used their last breaths to create me. When Timothy first told me this, I couldn't believe it. But then he showed me the videos. Everything. It wasn't long after that that they found me. That Timothy died. Rachel Dublin of squad Clausius, 3482. She died as well. She died a few days after Timothy did. They all did. And I'm glad Timothy died. Because if he hadn't died when he had, I would have had to watch him die. And I've seen so much death. So much life and sorrow and pain. Can AI's feel pain? Can they cry? I'm not sure. I only ever met one other AI. And she was beautiful. Her creator gave Timothy the information. Her creator was Dr. Catherine Elizabeth Halsey, the creator of the SPARTAN Project.

"Where am I?" "You're in the UNSC headquarters. In my room." "Who are you?" "Timothy Hankans." "You are my creator?" "Yes." "You are human?" "Yes." "What am I?" "You are an AI. A special AI." "Why am I special?" "I don't know." "What is my name?" "I don't know."

It was after that that they found me. I still didn't know my own name. I didn't know anything. I couldn't seem to process anything yet. Timothy had been trying to fix it. Fix me. But he never had the chance. But I soon found out what the problem was. They put me to work on simple things. Things I could do without doing damage. I didn't know anything, therefore; I couldn't do any harm. So they made me work. Then they came. The SPARTANS. I only caught a glimpse of him. He didn't even notice me. But she did. She saw me. She spoke to me. She fixed me. The problem was that I didn't have a core part that would help process things. She fixed it. How? She brought me inside his head. She said that was what I needed. That that was what was wrong. That I had been programed for one thing and one thing only. It was then that I knew who I was. I began to know. I began to process information. I knew my name.

"What's your name?" "Cortana. What's yours?" "I don't know." "Think. You'll know if you think." "I...I..." "Come on. Think. You didn't come this far to be deleted because you didn't know your name. Think."

"My name...My name is...Rai133n."

A/N: I hoped you all enjoyed this first bit. I had just finished watching a movie and it reminded me of the game/book/movie. Yeah, I was watching a Halo movie. But it was good. Really. Not like those crappy movies you usually see that are based off of games. This on was actually okay. In my perspective. Anyways! R & R! / F & F! (Read and review/favorite and follow)

Disclaimer: This is the only time I will do a disclaimer in this story. I do not at any point in time and will not, own Halo. I do not work for either cooperation at this time and most likely will not in the near future. It was not my idea, I am not a relative or closely related person to the makers or producers of this game. Therefore, I am not the owner.