Maximum Chip

    I stood alone on a flat plain surrounded by emptiness. Thoughts in my head spilled out in random sequences. My destiny was in my mind and programed by a computer chip; placed there and stored in a "half human and half computer chip brain. I am android.
Let me think!
      Survival and growth, a simple process, controlled by three things.

    Environment: The circumstances, object, or conditions by which one is surrounded. There is nothing around me to recognize, therefore, I must go one step further.------------------------------

    Environment: Physical, chemical, and biotic factors such as climate, soil, and living things that act upon an organism or an ecological community and ultimately determine its form and survival.

Now that makes more sense. How do I deal with it? But all that surrounds me is emptiness.
What possesses me to think? Confused, and need to go further.
Must think! The second thing that governs survival and growth is------, "Why are my thoughts hurting my head"?

    Ecology:The interrelationship of organisms and their environments. Also its the totality or pattern of relations between organisms and an environment.
Reasoning is running here and there, the process of thought is confusing me. "There are no organisms or environments." Let me think, what do I do, what do I do, everything is speeding up and am losing control. Have got to rationalize and slow down.

Have to think, think, and think!

To have survival and growth everything must be contained and controlled. I was programed to understand the principles of nature.

    Nature: The genetically controlled qualities of an organism. This involves the inherent character or basic constitution of a person or thing—disposition, temperament and scenery.

Can't think, can't think, head spinning, reeling; there is no environment, no ecology, no nature. Warning, warning! Clicking tells me to shut down when sensing nothing, and zero, zero, zero, and zero. Android confused, ---------------------------click, click, click, --Android disassembled.

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