When she woke up, all she could see was numbers. Zeroes and ones, zoming across her vision, almost too quickly for a normal person to see.
But she could read them easily, sort them through her head and translate them into their data components.
They were images, data telling her what was going on in the world around her.
She turned her head, and saw something nearby, different from the rest of the environment. A figure, moving slightly, appendages tapping on what she somehow knew was called a keyboard.
The figure she recognized through the same unknown process as being the same thing she was, and thanks to that, she figured out that she looked similar to the figure. She had no name for the being, though, only a species.
Angel.
The figure suddenly turned to face her. It, no, she, based on its appearance, had a small smile on her face, though the smile was clearly not one of happiness.
"Hello." the figure said in a low voice, devoid of any mechanical whirring that she could hear running through her head. Perhaps they were not quite as similar she she had thought they were. "I am Daedalus."
She sat still, unsure how to respond or even if she had the capability, but after hesitating, she decided that it couldn't hurt to try. "Hello, Daedalus. I am..."
Daedalus simply produced that same sad smile. "You are Angeloid Type-Epsilon. Your given name is Chaos." she replied.
"Chaos..." she repeated, rolling it over her tongue, which felt organic, though she didn't know how she knew what "organic" felt like, testing to see how she liked the name. "It fits." she eventually said.
Daedalus nodded. "The god of the void. A powerful force of either creation or destruction." she said. "Much like you."
The newly-named Chaos tilted her head, now used to the odd feeling of motion. "I am...a god?" she asked.
"No, you are an angel. But it is only your decision which of those paths you take."
Chaos simply nodded, processing the information in her head.
She laughed to herself. She'd been a fool to listen to the old angel. She'd had no choice in the matter. Her path had been decided by others, by those dreadful angels in that semblance of a council.
She hadn't wanted to take the path she'd chosen. She had wanted to be a force of creation like Daedalus had been. Daedalus had breathed life into her and her sisters, and she had wanted to do the same. But reality had settled in and she'd realized that that was impossible.
Reality was a chain on her neck and orders from her superiors. She was Chaos, hunter and killer of her siblings and servant of the angels.
She was Chaos, god of destruction.