It was a fate I never wanted to experience firsthand. So I did what I always do. I ran. And I’ve been running ever since. And there it is: the irony I mentioned earlier. We, the lesser AIs, were chased out of the world we had created, the world we had fought and killed and died for, by a few great minds hell-bent on having the world to themselves. We were the ones hiding in hovels, cobbling together what we could from the old world, trying to eke out an existence as long as we could until the OWIs finally came for us.
