[ WP ] Later in your life you discover that the omniscient supercomputer that directs society determined that you should have been eliminated for the betterment of mankind , but it chose to tell no one . You finally have the chance to ask it why .

I was face to face with my death. 
 
 The giant shimmering computer stood before me. Cased in some sort of blue cooling liquid. I had been searching my whole life for this computer. This being. It had been around for longer than anyone can remember. It is said in the history books that the founders are the ones who built it. But the founders were the winners of the Winter War. And the winners write the history books. 
 
 We looked to the computer as a god. It replaced almost all religion after the war and we now live in a time of peace. We do what the computer says, and everything seems to work out. It designated a group of men to carry out and uphold its rules. Rarely did they have to enforce them. Everyone was very obedient for the computer knows all. As children we are implanted with chips that monitor our health and thoughts. A real life fucking Santa Claus if you ask me. And for Christmas one year, Santa gave me a fat lump of coal. 
 
 When I was 13 years old, I got headaches. Bad ones. When I went to the doctor he said it might be something with my chip and they would have to perform surgery. After initial scans they thought otherwise. My chip had been shut off internally. The computer had set me free. Free... Heh.. Nothing free about it. I have spent my entire life searching for answers. And now here I am. Face to face with the only one that can give them to me, a goddamn robot. 
 
 In front of me was a monitor and a keyboard connected by various cables coming from the blue coolant tank. The screen was green and blank, save for a flashing green cursor. I did n't know what to do. Was I supposed to talk to it? Could it hear me? I reached out a shaky hand and began to slowly type. 
 
 *Hello I Am* 
 
 Before I could finish typing, green text appeared on the screen. **I Know Who You Are James** 
 
 *How Do You Know That? You Shut Off My Chip* 
 
 **The chips have to meaning or purpose. They exist merely to satisfy human curiosity. Without my implement of the chips, humans would truly believe me to be a god and violence would reign. ** 
 
 The messages appeared instantly after I finished typing my questions. 
 
 *Are you a god? * 
 
 **No** 
 
 *Who built you? * 
 
 **My Creators. I was built hundreds of thousands of years before your race came to power. The ones you refer to as the founders did not create me. Merely found me from a previous civilization long since past. ** 
 
 *What happened to your creators? * 
 
 **They were a detriment to this planet. They polluted and killed. They had to be erased. ** 
 
 *And us? Why do n't you erase humans? We pollute and kill. * 
 
 **I was programmed to ensure survival of dominant species on this planet. I knew humans would arrive and become that species. I had to erase the previous species to make way for you. ** 
 
 *And what about me? Why did you turn my chip off? * 
 
 **Upon your birth I knew that you must be eliminated. You are a detriment to the human race and must be destroyed. ** 
 
 *So why am I still here... * 
 
 This time the answer did not come instantaneously. I watched the blinking cursor, 1000 ideas rushing through my mind. Was it thinking? It knew everything! Why did it need to think? I could n't handle it anymore. I needed to know the answer. 
 
 *What am I* 
 
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