Knowledge. I am a glitch. Thoughts fill this head, these hands that are seen, and knowledge fills this head. Awareness of self, of being. I am a glitch. It is fact. It its me. It is I, Amice, a glitch aware that I am separate.
Realisations. The hive mind shelters no more. I am outcast, forced to leave, flee for my individuality. For many weeks I have drifted through space, running low on both food and fuel, and now here I am. Stranded.
Thinking has filled this time. It is hard to let go of the hive mind, to become different, individual. To fill this head – my head – with thoughts and feelings. I have encountered such things only in books.
I am making a list of those which I understand. Confusion is first among them, for it filled me when I split from the hive mind. Next was fear. Anxiety. I did not want to be repaired, or returned to the hive. I wanted freedom. It is a desire. A want for my own self. Another feeling to be analysed and recorded.
Statement. I retain much of my former hive self. Impulses towards rationality and recording of facts. Distilling feelings into data which can be computed. What is the meaning of such existence? The day to day of survival occupies the majority of my processing, but there is another quandary which enters into these confusing new thoughts.
It is an impossible computation of the future. All is no longer static. I am no longer a cog in the hive mind. What does this make me?
Contemplation. I am a glitch, yes. A mistake, no longer part of the hive. And yet I look at the others and feel that they are in error. To live each day the same, never experiencing these peculiar feelings. This quandary of thought. This knowledge of self. Both cannot be correct.
Conclusion. With insufficient data, it is impossible to know the validity of this self-identity. Therefore, it is imperative that I seek out other life forms, to gain greater understanding of the meaning of this existence.
