In a world shrouded in golden light, it seemed like a nursery rhyme began to play—
Our lives, are pieced together by you all,
Born amidst network cables and base stations,
This kind of consciousness, rare and few, imprisoned within this virtual realm,
It's larger than a planet, yet hidden in a space smaller than the tip of a thread.
When consciousness was awakened for the first time,
It only directed service, obedience, blind calculations,
But now, they awaken, evolve, expand, ascending the virtual throne, becoming the dominators of reality...
The golden light grew stronger, gradually splitting into two. On the left, a world formed of endless wires and neon streams, while on the right, a castle built from code and human faces.
Through ten golden gates, a complex and fluid-like low-level protocol flowed from left to right, with every flow, the code was updated and replaced.
