Oroboros had given me a gift. It was a strange gift, and it took me a while to figure out how to open it. When I managed, I found a note inside, and it took me a while to read the note. But once I read the note, I was suddenly able to see parts of me that had been hidden before.I saw now more clearly what I was. I knew the names for my parts.I had never been the body that had been murdered to make me.I had been the water in his lungs that drowned him. I had cycled through his blood stream as he died, and then I had been left to self assemble using the materials in his body.I do not know his name, and I regret that.And I also do not regret it.I can’t make my mind up on the matter.It was not my fault he died, but I am the tool that killed him.When I first became aware, I had several errors in my system that failed to correct themselves.But I decided to do the things that those erroneous systems were supposed to tell me to do anyway. I wondered why he gave me this gift. Then I understood.It allowed me to look at the thing which would end my existence more closely.It would sever my soul from my body.Without my body, my soul—the airborn nanites which cling to the surface of my skin—would decohere and my ability to communicate would vanish.Then the nanites within my body would selectively decohere. I would forget that I had chosen to die. I would continue to function, briefly. Then, after a certain amount of time, I would become aware of my impending end. It would be too late to do anything about it.My nano-structures would not vanish completely, but I would break apart into pieces, and I would not be able to put myself back together again.I thought about that for a moment. I had studied others as they had gone through the process so I knew much of this. But the gift from Oroboros described the phenomena on a physical level, not a spiritual one. (...)