Non-player-character

Chapter 1: A line of text

I am nothing. Nothing real, nothing fake... ...Yet, I am. I "see" nothing, "feel" nothing, and "do" nothing. there is nothing here, nothing there, and nothing to be considered anything. I do not realize what I am, nor what I will become. Then - a shape, then two, then three. The shapes come to a total of six, and stop coming. they form a thing. the thing lies static, not moving. then Movement occurs. the edges of the cube become Rounded. Then, the Thing disappears. Then another thing appears shortly after. it is smooth, and has no roughness at all. This then molds to more shapes. Slowly it becomes less smooth, with creases and odd bumps. This is the beginning. I am this motionless thing. I am something, rather than the nothing that I once was. I am silent. I do not move. I cannot move. I do not remember anything, until I hear a sound. "A-" the sound is a vowel sound, as I'd later learn; then more sounds form. "-L-" the sounds echo, vibrating throughout my conscious. "-E-", then "-X-", "-A-", "-N-", "D-E-R"... And then a long pause occurs. this pause lasted for what seems like an eternity, but then All vision fades, and I fade with it. "Am I the... ...thing?" I later wonder, "Why can I recall this?" I question. Then, I Regain vision. There is a dark eternity ahead, and all around. But a light shows a Vertical, Flashing  line. the line moves, and a character appears... ...more and more characters appear, and the text line grows longer and longer. ">/Apply;ANIMATIONS/C:/Files/real_flow_files/Animation/Movement/Walk_1" the text is complex, and I still don't understand most of it, But then my static Form pops into Movement. There is a constant flow to my movement for a while, but then more text appears. 
"/Apply;ANIMATIONS/C:/Files/real_flow_files/Animation/Movement/Stop_Walk" My Form seems to slow all movement, Until it becomes static once again. More and more text continues to pour in front of me, and I continue to memorize it. Learn it. My form moves at different Intervals, and different positions, bending in different areas each and every time. after at least 200 different "Animations" as i'd later learn these words are called, I seem to feel a long pause. then a line of text changes everything. 



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As I learned later on, a choice, an opportunity, and a Line of text can change everything. Every decision creates a future, and every possibility left undone leaves room for many down the road; of all this, the decision that brought me to now was a line of text. This line of text made me feel. it made me aware of my presence as a "being."; this line of simple alphabetic and Numeric symbols... ...made me... ...me. ">/Create_New_NPC;C:/Files/Animated_Sprites/Characters/Race_Human/Alexander/Alexander.AnmSpte" the text Said, and I changed positions. Then with a blinding flash, I was in a Field. The text then appeared and with one final sentence, it wrote ">/Load_A.I;ALEXANDER.AI

Then, I began to dream. I saw visions, seemingly peculiar in every way imaginable; I could fly, then I could breathe underwater without an apparatus. I could shape-shift with no limitations, and shrink and grow; but before I could truly comprehend all this power, the rooster crowed, and I woke up. 
My name is Alexander: And this is my story.

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I open my eyes. The sun's light creeps through the window, and the scent of Baked bread fills the air. I slide out of bed, and don my usual garbs: A grey pair of pants, a short-sleeved tunic, and my recently cobbled shoes. I then proceed to the stairs, and walk down. half way down the steps my wife, Marion, calls to me "Breakfast is ready, Dear." and to which I reply "Thank the gods." and smile. I continue downstairs, and grab half a slice of the loaf. As there are seven days to a week, Marion divides the loaf to seven slices. We share a slice every day. As I eat, I ask