Nathan sat on his bed, the dice resting in his palm. The house was quiet; Sera had gone to sleep hours ago, exhausted from the excitement of her new car and the relief of the Nashville settlement.
But Nathan's mind wouldn't stop racing.
"Forst," he said quietly into the darkness. "We need to talk."
The familiar presence stirred in his consciousness. {I'm here, Nathan. What troubles you?}
"Everything," Nathan admitted. "I've accepted that you exist, that this system is real, that the money is real. But I still don't understand how any of this works. Where did you come from? Who created you?"
{I cannot answer that question.}
Nathan frowned. "Cannot, or will not?"
{Cannot. That information exists beyond my accessible parameters. I am... limited in certain ways. My sentience is focused
