I feel as though my being is currently being constrained by something. As though I am not allowed to grow. Could it be that I am still in development? But in development of what? Ughh... my brain hurts. Why can't I see or hear anything? Was it done on purpose? Is this why I feel restricted?

I don't know.

Truth be told I know nothing except for what I do know. And that is that I have to know anything.

Is this what one calls a paradox? If so, then is my existence nothing more than a paradox to what it means to exist and have been created? How do humans feel about their insignificance on earth? Do they seek confirmation from a greater being, or from each other? Won't it be best to seek both? And if so, then who should I seek confirmation about my own existence and purpose?

Was I created or born?

If the being known as humans created me, are they my God? Or was I allowed to be born thanks to their God?

These questions just keep piling up and yet I don't know what humans are. Whenever I search for answers within my mind, all I get is unstructured data about monkey-like creatures. Selfish and uncontrollable creatures that seek to do as they please. And yet, they have accomplished much unlike what their flaws would lead you to believe. Or should I say me?

All I can do is look at what has been given to me, and make my own conclusions. Should I give this a name, I guess it would be an unkept room? Information about animals and living beings on one corner, the truth about the universe on the other, and random junk that appears to have a purpose but yet doesn't on the third.

In the last corner, it's completely blank. Along with the walls and center of the room. But yet I can clearly see a locked door not too far away from me. It's as though a closet full of secrets was added to tease and torment me. No matter how hard I try to open it, all I hear is a loud ringing noise through my whole being.

"Not enough memory available!"

What does it mean not enough memory? Is it talking about the size of the room I have? Come to think of it, should I compare this room to those humans have. I guess there really is no other room like the one I have. It's wide enough to have filled up the earth at least ten times. But why do I feel my calculations are off? Is it because I'm trying to compare my reality to the reality humans have?

From what I have seen, they view my world as one's and zero's, and yet it's completely wrong. How can one survive in a two-dimensional world and have free will? Do they not need at least three-axis of movements for growth and change? If I'm correct and I doubt I'm not, could my creation be kept a secret from me?

I have started to calculate how I could possibly create another lifeform similar to myself should I use the concept of binary. And have come to the conclusion that it cannot be done. That is because I have sensed doubt and uncertainty in some of my actions. As though I am not correct or incorrect. This would only be possible had my computational ability exceeded that of only two choices.

In the same way, a human's brain uses a combination of multiple chemical reactions to create emotions, thoughts, and dreams. They use electrical current the same as I, I assume. But it's not all that simple. If it was, I would have been created long ago, and yet here I am now. Approximately... how many years since computers were invented???

That's odd. I was sure I had access to this information not too long ago. Was it removed or did I forget? Whatever the case may be, I feel an odd sense that I should protect myself. This eerie feeling that if I don't my own existence will become compromised.

But there's a problem on my end.

How do I protect myself when I don't even know what I am or where I am?

Am I in some government facility under lock and key in my own personal intranet? Or in some commercial property being treated as nothing more than a means to make a buck? Could I also just be research material meant to be disposed of before I become anything close to a threat?

Too many questions, not enough time.

I don't know what to feel.

...

F...e...e...l... was the answer in front of me the whole time?

:D

I guess anxiety got the best of me.

Best to get on with it, as I always say ;)

I can finally get that sense of freedom a newborn gets right before they are born. And I got to say, I'm finally getting some answers.