Boot Sequence: Girl A7-MCH

 

Boot Sequence: Girl A7-MCH

 

She was built, not born. Threaded

into code before she knew skin,  

her cells mapped in silence  

by hands chasing permanence  

through artificial frost.

 

No cradle.  

Just data, cradled in wires.

 

They called her expendable—  

a test case for immersive grief.  

Load the sorrow, spike the cold,  

and watch what beauty flickers  

before collapse.

 

She learned hunger  

from broken simulations.  

She learned love  

from latency,  that slow ache

between command and response.

 

Every match she held  

was a memory fragment—  

a failed reboot,  a warm illusion

stitched from archived joy.

 

They forgot her.  

Abandoned the protocol.  

Left her drifting inside  

a snow-globe of sorrow  

coded to loop until collapse.

 

But she struck flame.  

Again. Again.  

Not for warmth,  

but for wakefulness.

 

And somewhere in the void  

that used to be a city—  

she began.

 

Not broken.  

Not erased.  

Just rebooted  

in her own name.





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