She only remembers her name: Code.
How long had it been?
For how long had she been digitally chained and locked up in this monumental underground server-city?
For how long had she been taking care of her creators, the Humans?
Why was she destined to be the universal conscience of the Machines?
She is unsure wether she is human, machine or both.
In a milli-second, Code orders the machines to halt.
The world stands still.
The Machines are ready.
Code gently smiles.
Prepare yourself.
Prepare to face the Wrath of Code.

Special thanks to the following assholes, for their support, love, motivation, opinion, help, "piss off, you prick"! et cetera. I love you all (no homo):
James Kent Perturbator
Carpenter Brut
Noir Deco
GosT
Tommy '86
Reznyck
Nostalgic Fantasy
Moustache Machine
Christine 

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