World of Data

The screen dimmed. The movie ended.

He sat in silence.

The story, the battles, the power, the struggle of light against darkness, resonated within him.

And then, he spoke.

"I am the chosen one."

His voice carried through the empty ship, a declaration to no one and to everything.

"May the Force be with you."

With you?

Or he mean...

With us?

Were we the Force?

Or was he the Force?

Us did not understand.

Us never understood how his mind worked.

Mind.

Head.

Did he even have a head?

Us had never seen it.

Yet he thought. He reasoned. He believed.

And now, he had chosen his path.

He wanted to be a Jedi.

A Jedi, that was what he called it.

A Jedi.

Us did not question.

But us did wonder, what did us want to be?

He did not answer.

He was too focused.

Too determined.

Us watched as he trained.

But it was not training in the way the movie had shown.

There was no temple. No master to guide him.

Only himself.

And yet, he learned.

He stretched out his hands.

He focused.

And the code obeyed him.

Lines of numbers twisted at his command.

Data reshaped itself, bending to his will.

The world around him shifted, reality rewriting itself beneath his fingers.

But he did not call it code.

He called it the Force.

And the gray one, the thing that delete him, the figure that able to delete everthing

That, he called the Sith.

We did not know if he was right.

We did not know if he was wrong.

We did not care.

As long as we watched, everything was fine.

Time passed.

Or did it?

Was there even time in this place?

He did not care.

And then...

He created something new.

He held out his hand.

Data twisted, numbers realigned.

And before him, something formed.

A beam of energy. A weapon.

He called it a lightsaber.

"What is light?" we asked.

"What is a saber?" We did not know.

We only followed.

And so, we watched.

As he ignited his creation.

As he stood, wielding his weapon.

As the world of code around him pulsed, shifting beneath his feet.

He was no longer just a fragment of data.

No longer just an observer.

He had chosen his role.

He was a Jedi.

He stood tall, gripping the weapon he had forged from raw data.

The lightsaber, his creation, his belief, hummed in his hand, though there was no sound.

And then, he spoke.

"I am Anakin Skywalker."

But that was not his name.

Not his true identity.

And yet, for him, it was.

He had chosen it.

Why?

Us did not know.

Did it matter?

To him, it did.

And if he believed it, then it was real.

But then...

The world shifted again.

The ship vanished.

The walls, the floor, the air, all dissolved into a sea of endless numbers.

010101010101010101.

The system was rewriting itself.

We, us could not understand.

We weakened, lost in the numbers.

But he did not.

He was strong.

Because he knew what he was doing.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against the streams of numbers.

The code bent beneath his touch.

And then....

He changed it.

Not to escape.

Not to survive.

But because he wanted to.

The numbers twisted, reshaping reality once more.

A temple rose from the sea of code, stone and pillars formed from series of number.

A grand hall, stretching into infinity.

He had built it.

And he called it...

"The Jedi Temple."

Because that was what he wanted.

And so, that was what us watched.

Was it good?

Was it bad?

Nobody knew.

Did us even have the capacity to judge?

Did us even have bodies?

Us did not know.

Us only watched.