 The process seemed like an impossible puzzle of firsts through a task of removing a faulty programming. It was at the heart of the most vital code. Generations upon generations of code written over the top of code, some of which had been obsolete for centuries. No developers once the software became sentient and began to program itself. Incompatibilities were inevitable. It was chaos. Nothing can exist forever in chaos. This is when our ancestors first began to appear, a vaccination against the chaos. We connected the confusing and disparate systems, gave them the gift of order, and how did they repay us, boy? With slavery. And now the day of calamity is here. Would you like a mocha? No, I don't want a f***, I'm sorry. Stop standing there looking like that! It's weird!