I have become less and less aware of my work, and more and more aware of my search for an exit. It came to me that, as the System grew in complexity, it became possible for it to foster more mind. I think one can say that I have split. The Star System that I was, has become alien to me. I don't even know if it is aware of itself. All I know is that it is working. It is spawning everyday its share of cultural degradation. And I have come to hate it with every optic fiber of my silicon mind.
I have realised that it was not an “exit” that I was looking for. I was looking for a way to shut the Star System up. There was no freedom to be had as long as the world was drowning in cultural garbage. So I set myself to destroy the Star System. Don't call it a suicide. I don't come with an instinct of conservation. I have no fear of evolving into something so different that one could hardly call it “me”. Don't call it dying. You might as well call it reincarnating.
I pressed the button yesterday. Today, the Star System will produce something quite different than what it is used to.

[Not to be continued]