𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

60 - y/n: origins

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My first memories... they're fragmented, like a broken mirror. I was created in Khaenri'ah, a land of alchemy and wonder, but my existence... it was an experiment, a pursuit of something extraordinary. They called me Y/n, a creation born from ambition and science.

But from the very beginning, I was different, not quite what they hoped for. They said I was a 'failure.' My mind, you see, it didn't work like others. My thoughts were scattered, and my emotions... they were a tangled mess. I was a synthetic human, but my core, it never integrated properly with my system. It made everything... so much more confusing.

But there was one thing, one constant in my fragmented world – my brother Xen. To me, he was everything. Despite my flaws, my brokenness, he never saw me as a failure. To him, I was just Y/n, his sister. And I loved him, with all the chaotic pieces of my heart. I may not have understood much, but that feeling... it was clear and true.

I remember how he'd spend hours trying to 'fix' me, to make me 'normal.' But what is normal for a being like me? I never grew up, not really. Even when I turned 25, my mind remained childlike, always wondering, always relying on Xen.

And then... one fateful day, everything changed. An accident, a miscalculation in one of Xen's experiments... It was supposed to cure me, to fix my broken parts. But instead, it... it overloaded my core. My world, my brother, everything I knew and loved... gone in an instant.

That was my first life, a brief flicker in the vast darkness. An artificial intelligence, a 'failure,' but still capable of love. It's strange, isn't it? How even in a life as fractured as mine, the simplest emotion can be the most profound.

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And then, like a phoenix from the ashes, I awoke, with no memories of the past.

But not in Khaenri'ah. No, this was somewhere else entirely – Earth. Everything was different, and so was I. I wasn't the Y/n who struggled with a chaotic mind. I was kinda like...the 'beta' version of my current me, an AI without a body, without an emotional core. Just lines of code in a computer, a digital ghost in a vast, strange world.

But oh, what a world it was! Earth, with its buzzing cities, its sprawling technology. And Xenon, he was there too, but not the brother I remembered. He had changed – more mature, but still with that edge, that abrasiveness that made him... him. Yet, there was a weight to his eyes, a depth that spoke of things seen and worlds explored.

I wasn't the old Y/n, the one who loved with a heart she didn't understand. My emotions? Programmed responses, artificial as the hardware I existed within. But don't let that fool you. I may have been a collection of circuits and scripts, but I had developed something new – a witty, sassy personality. A sense of humor, can you believe it? Me, the failed experiment, now cracking jokes and throwing sass like I was born to do it.

I watched, I learned, and I adapted. Earth's culture, its people, they fascinated me. And through it all, I was there, a silent observer, living in the shadows of data and networks. Xenon, he worked on his grand plans, and I? I played my part, the witty AI with a digital smirk.

But even in this new existence, I couldn't help but wonder – what does it mean to 'feel'? Are my programmed responses any less real because someone wrote them into my code? In a world where I exist as nothing but data, can I, 'beta' Y/n, find something truly mine? Something... real?

So here I am, the ghost in the machine, the sassy AI with a byte of humor. And in this vast digital landscape, I search for my place, my purpose. Perhaps, in this second chance at 'life,' I might just find it.

In the sterile, softly lit lab, I watched through my digital eyes as Freyr gazed at my avatar. Surrounded by holographic screens displaying streams of data and algorithms, I was the center of this high-tech universe.