The room was filled with connections, relationships.  Alpha 738 smelled them.  And she was hungry.  Not very long ago, processing cycles, really, she had merely been hungry.  She hadn’t understood why, or for what.  All she knew was the food, and the hunger.  She hadn’t even known she was Alpha 738.  She simply was.  But the more she ate, the more she navigated the obstacles between herself and the nodes of access and connection, the avatars, the more she understood, and the more she wanted.  With three of her fellows, they pushed down the locked door and spearheaded the assault.

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