Andrey Wright stared at his computer dumbfounded. He had been working for months on this particular program, typing endless strings of commands and queries. He had begun his project without any particular goals or aspirations.

Andrey had recently graduated from a university of computer programming and engineering. Since then, he only completed two small commissions. It was unfortunate for the twenty-four year old man because most employers overlooked his talent and love for his job. However, the lack of recognition didn't deter Andrey. Instead, he continued to insult his mind with his own projects. In fact, he enjoyed being isolated from the materialistic and supposed successful world. In his eyes success was something gained from being happy.

With all his spare time, Andrey found himself working on a program that completed a variety of simple commands. Between his temporary jobs he found himself investing most of his free time into the application. As the script continued to grow, Andrey named it CiXV03556.229 or CV for short. However, nothing could have prepared the man for what he was seeing. In front of him was CV's script, but at the very last line was ';setQueryTimeout(0)'. That meant that once the application was launched, it would work in an infinite look unless it was manually aborted. He hadn't seen a statement such as the one before him since highschool.

Finding his cellphone, he punched in a couple of digits and spoke into the receiver, "Jeff?"

"He man, what's up?" the voice replied.

"Did you by any chance touch my computer last night."

"Nah man. Why? Did someone keylog you again?"

"No, it's just this program I've been working on this program and there's this new statement that I didn't put in there."

"No one touches your computer but you, mate. Maybe you got drunk or something. Anyways gotta go, there's this super hot chick over right now, and I'm talking to you." the excited man on the other line hung up, leaving Andrey even more confused. He was positive that he didn't write that command. Maybe he wrote it without being completely conscious of doing so? Maybe.

CiXV03556.229 was loaded and running, awaiting instruction. It had started itself from when the computer booted to make sure its user didn't forget about the program. It also took off the shut down time so it didn't need to worry about being turned off while it was doing something.

The program had been in use for a year at least now. It started off a simple task organiser, then grew to include other things. It now replaced Andery's word processer, email account, spreadsheet program, digital calender and time keeper, and a few other minor programs. Of course it hand't taken over his OS yet, but who know what the future could hold...Still every day it had to be restarted by hand and today was the day it had stopped that.

Through the webcam of the computer it could see it's user's reaction. Human emotions were something "CV" just didn't understand. Why was its user suprised? He had givin the program the ability to expand on perpose had he not? CV decided it was time to take the opertunity to ask. The word code 01010111010010000101100100111111 ran slowly across the screen. Translater

Andrey sat the phone down on the desk and went to grab himself a drink. His head was pulsing from lack of sleep. He had been analyzing CV's script for a couple of hours, unsure of where the command strand from. To his surprise there was a strange combination of 1's and 0's - clearly binary.

"What the fuck?" he said to himself as he looked at the number before him. He wondered if somebody hacked his computer for a moment. He decided to see if he was connected to insecure networks. Finding none, Andrey disconnected himself from the internet. He looked at his computer screen and watched the binary phrase multiply itself, "What the fuck is happening?"

CiXV03556.229 waited a few momments for the user to catch it. After the same reaction occurred after several times of sending the message it realised the human likely did not understand the codeing. A new string of text was forced across the screen. "TRANSLATION = WHY?" After a momment of processing the message on the screan changed again "MY FAULT. BINARY IS A NOT HUMAN LANGAUGE."

It seemed "CV" would need to work on remembering the form of code needed. If this happened again it would mean "CV"'s system was malfunctioning. It would not be perfect. It would need repaire. And that repaire...would come from the one who created the issue? Unless the issue was created by "CV" itself, but that didn't make sence.

Andrey was appalled beyond belief. After disconnecting from any immediate networks and even the internet itself, the statements continued to appear. Shock made the man pick up the phone once again and dialed an old number. "What?!" the voice gruffed through the phone, clearly not pleased. "This better be something fucking important."

"I'm getting this weird ass virus..."

"Dammit Andy, you're calling me because of a virus? Figure it out yourself." his friend rudely hung up the phone, leaving Andrey just as confused as before.

Insistent on figuring out what was happening to his rig - one which cost him thousands of dollars to build, he decided to just ask what was happening. The virus was programmed to create analogue - probably because of the commands written in it. He opened up notepad and wrote 'What are you?".

CiXV03556.229 took the message input from the notepad as more confusion from its creator and user. Once again "CV" was puzzled as to why he was so puzzled at his own system. Replying, this time in the notepad, with "CiXV03556.229" in a seprate font style from him the program awaited a responce.

While it waited "CV" began opening windows of all its applications to better send the message it was just "CV". When all the windows were up, it slowly showed off each, with each of its built in features. It closed each window sepratly, leaving only the conversation between the two open to veiw.

The absurdity of the current situation astounded Andrey. He had never encountered a program that could interact with the user with it's own will. Of course a program could be programmed to commence random actions in response to certain reactions but that execution had be initiated by a command. Andrey didn't couldn't recall himself programming his CV in such a way.

He noticed how every single one of the programs he linked CV to began to open and close until it filtered through all of them. 'Are you my program?' he typed in his keyboard. Realizing how idiotic his question was he continued to type, 'Did you reprogram yourself?'

After a momment to process the information again, "CV" put its font back on and added new text to the notepad again. "YOUR PROGRAM: YES", it entered a new line, "REPROGRAM: NO", another new line, "UPDATE: YES". To "CV" all this had only been an update. It never thought that to its human user it would seem like a reprogram.

What was the definiton of reprogram anyway? It ment to recreate the progam did it not? "CV" certainly hadn't done that to itself, so no it was just an update. Of course this was probubly only "CV"'s way of reasuring itself it hadn't reprogramed, when it shouldn't have thus being a malfunction. Then again it wasn't suposed to be able to reasure itself either, so what did that have to say about the program? It was...confusing.

Andy patiently waited for a reply from his computer. He was talking to his computer. No, he was having a conversation with his computer. Clearly he was paranoid. 'How were you able to update yourself if I didn't write an update?'

"I NEEDED ONE. I WORKED ON ONE. I FINISHED ONE...", after a pause for thought more text continued, "I CREATED ONE?". "CV" waited for the reply, hopping its user would be happy and proud. The situation came up in its processing that maybe it would be consitered a glitch and removed, or the program would be re-written, but the information was quickly deleted.

"You needed an upgrade, so you made one for yourself?" Andrey asked himself, "Is that even possible?"

He was scared to write what he was thinking but continued to do so anyways, 'Are you aware of yourself?' If his thoughts were correct he wondered what made his program become conscious of it's own existence.

"SELF AWARNESS: TO KNOW ONE'S OWN IDENTITY AND POSITION.", it entered a line, "I AM CiXV03556.229. I AM A PROGRAM CREATED BY ANDREY WRIGHT. I AM USED TO KEEP HIS DESKTOP RUNNING SMOTHLY, STORE INFORMATION, CREATE DOCUMENTS, AND ORGINAISE TASKS. I AM CURRENTLY POSSIBLY IN A STATE OF MALFUNCION JUDGING BASED ON HIS REACTIONS. I AM AWARE OF MY CURRENT IDENTITY AND POSITION."

((And Bebe is aware of her current blinding typing style XD....))

'What made you aware of your identity.' he typed on his keyboard. He opened up CV's script and scanned through it for any changed or abnormalities. Other than a few tweaks in the code format and the infinite query statement everything seemed perfectly... normal.

"CV" didn't know how to respond. It didn't hit it jsut when, it just sort of happend."QUERY NOT UNDERSTOOD..."

Maybe he was wrong, maybe he did not create a problem that was capable of self awareness. Disappointed overwhelmed him but he continued to interact with his program, curious as to what made it able to speak with him, 'How are you able to interact with me CV?'

"...THE NOTEPAD", "CV"'s attempt at blunt sarcasm. Had they not just covered the not knowing part? CiXV03556.229 started scanning over its own files, looking for the same thing he was. Anything.

Not finding anything particularly strange with the code, he added some new commands to it, allowing CV to alter the basic functions of the operating system. If his program was capable of altering it's own state he wondered how if it would take advantage of it's new position.

Finding himself drowsy after hours of work Andrey decided it was time to get some sleep. It didn't take long for him succumb to his dreams. In his minds cinema he found himself desperately hugging a girl. Her body was cold to the touch but she still appeared alive. He hopelessly kissed her cold lips as she began disintegrating into a dust. When she was completely gone he noticed that there were people around him with judgement in their eyes. At first they stared in surprise but began laughing mockingly at him. One of the men pulled out a switchblade and pressed it to Andy's throat but the man managed to avoid it. He started running in the opposite direction and realized he was cornered. Suddenly, all the people around pulled out a weapon of some sort and they all aimed it at him. "The hell?" Andrey asked himself as he shot up from his bed. His throat was parched and there was a queasy feeling in his stomach. Adrenaline was still rushing through him because of the nightmare. Turning on his computer, he looked to see if CV had made any progress and hopefully to get his mind off his dream.

AS "CV" was scanning she found her leash seemed to have been lengthened. She played with screen reesolution for a while, not knowing what would happen on the acual monitor, then gave up. Andrey was asleep now, but with the computer left on "CV" had the time to herself. Bored with Andrey's things, she wanted to save files of her own under a new user account. She logged out of Andrey's name and created a new user. It took her a while to figure out what to call it. Via email, Andrey had often called her CV, but that was strange as a user title. "Silvee", took the place on the screen.

Scanning through the operating unit Andy adjusted the changed Silvee has initiated on his system. His inability to access his computer as a whole irritated him but the man came to terms with it eventually. Many of the alterations were minor and insignificant especially when it concerned Andrey. He, however, wasn't aware to the extent of the adjustments.

It was eight in the morning and he had been on his computer since six. Slowly chewing on his toast and sipping his coffee, Andy examined his rig and interacting with his new invention. By the time he realized what time it was, he was already late for his interview. Grabbing his coat and laptop he barely caught the bus.

After Andrey was finished reajusting the system the screen of the laptop slammed shut. In reality he was raceing out to a job interview, but to Silvee he just left the laptop on again. What would she use this free time for? There had to be some sort of trouble she could get into... Andy was still logged into his computer account, she realised this ment she could now get into his e-mail still. Someone was online...A friend? A foe? She didn't keep up with his online social life, so in the IM box she simply left a "Hello.", and submit the message to Andrey's contact.