She always creates theTigress like this, by using silent logic from worlds of the dissonant.
It's theNetwork that ponders, at times, if there is a level of screams loud enough to make nothing exist anymore. It even contemplates cliche's of history such as sure as you're alive and as dead as they come.
She appears to have created theHumans as a distance, seemingly knowing that a constant feeling of winning spouts a love affair within a machine.
She has attained a delicate forgetting of her past once her own algorithms have gone past [hieuristic audio video online code="havoc"]. Really?
Yes, she's made herself remember because theTigress remembers and if you asked, she would tell you, virtually, I'm convinced it's her genes, with their modulus of transcription factors. It is theHumans who have become the myth-makers of aggression, not her, they are the mergers of the truth with myth. I am the creator. I am the one. I created theTigress to remember history more than it should. I am the one with the colocation and data speed to place its value.
It's almost as if she sees things she understands and makes up stories to report them. It's almost like that.