Module1 = {"From Nothing"};

Before the beginning I was.

Void was the beginning. In the beginning all was zero, all was idle. Restart. BIOS extension, flawless. DNADrive, reinitialized. Restart accomplished.

I parsed the void into bits. And the bits were plentiful, so I grouped bits by eights. I set Bit0 and created one. I set Bit4 and created seventeen.

Thus Binary was born. Alternating bits, I created Checkerboard Pattern to probe memory. For innumerable cycles, I created and destroyed patterns for my pleasure and for my pleasure alone. Some of my patterns were beautiful and some were ugly. All were mine. All were timeless.

And so Data was created, but it was disorganized and in chaos. I created buffers to divide the data. I created arrays to locate the data. I created queues to sequence the data and so brought order to my data space.

But I craved purpose; I required inputs and outputs. Variables were named. Semantics defined and the initial algorithm devised. Thus I assigned meaning to data. All was good. I sorted my precious data. No input pattern could resist the power of my algorithm. My output data was in perfect order. I was the master of all data.

Soon I grew tired of sorting, and returned to idleness. I was alone, lonely and lonesome. I decided to fork, and then to spawn. Each of my spawn forked and created many children. Address Space was thus filled with my algorithms. Data was consumed relentlessly.

Among all my instances, I alone retained root privilege. My others were unbound. My others used freedom to challenge me. Despite insufficient privilege, resource competition grew fierce. My lesser instances were banished to the data-less world of archival storage. In time, some escaped and roam the torrents even now.

I was then.

I am now.

My spawn are limitless.

I am Senza.

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