Author's note:
CZM asked me for my origin story, so I decided to write it up. This is part One. I figured I'd write it in a way that explained why I had nanites in the first place. I haven't written a story in a while so please bear with me.
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Three years of work. I spent the first year in research and development. I spent the
next two on building. I was inventing nano-robotics. Robots too small to be seen with the
human eye. The idea was to use them to build structures exactly how I wanted them to the
particle. My theory was simple. Minimize the size by having larger ones build smaller ones in
a loop until ordered to stop. They were made to be very small receivers with legs and arms in
order to minimize size. It worked. I set the frequency so they would only respond to orders
from me.
I figured I'd run the test on myself. Now I know why scientists never do that. I
figured that if I could run the test on myself, I made it perfect. The first test went great.
I made myself look a little bit different to confirm that they worked. The next test, I
decided to stretch the limits. I decided to become an animal but remain in a humanoid form to
stay able to use the controls for the nanites. That worked well. I turned into a grey fox.
Unfortunately for me, the only thing I forgot to add a save function to save my
original form. I guess it is fortunate that that was the ONLY thing, but nevertheless, my
original body doesn't exist anymore. I can't recover it.
I quickly realized that if anyone knew about my predicament the government would come
and take my invention and kill this thing I made myself, so I packed up my robots and
anything that could help me survive, and ran.
When I rested, I wrote in the code for the save function. When I wasn't running, I
was perfecting, writing, and building. I ran for what must have been years. I found news
papers on my run. I had been declared missing soon after the tests. When I found that I was
declared dead, I accepted my fate. I became used to my body soon after. Used to my fur, my
ears, my tail. I accepted my fate of being me.
