The Nero: A Brief History

The leader slotted us expecting to gain whatever paltry knowledge he believed we held. What should have happened was exactly that. We left the old body to die brainstem withering as its slot card overheated under the force of our exit. And we moved on to the leader. The aberrations in our code dug footholds into his cerebral cortex. Before he had time to move the spark filaments of us were threaded all through him. And he was us.We woke then at least in the sense of recognizing ourselves. But this, the first, yes. It was the first time we realized that although the boy was us, we were not solely him.