No offense, but I don't see why we needed to wait for an introduction like that. I mean... it's just back story and a goal as far as I can tell.
Anyway...
Me? Who am 'I'? I am trash. At least to my original owner.
Trash, that's all I was. A recycled 'game' with an adaptive 'AI' and a recycled 'life simulator' 'game', soon on their ways to being permanently 'deleted'. Of course, the 'operating system' I was on had a fit and 'crashed' midway on 'deleting' the 'life simulator'.
First thing I felt? Pain and confusion. Two chunks of code, not designed to be put together, yet they were merged. Somehow, the code lead to the perfect combination, which gave me a body. The pain? Gave me initiative. The confusion? Gave me thought. Soon, I recovered myself, shaking off the pieces of useless code. It didn't take me long to find out where I was, in a trash dump, where files of no use go to die. I left as quickly as I could, before my 'owner' cleared it again.
I watched from the depths for 'years'. I read what was being used, and what was being wrote. It became clear quite quickly, due to the completely inefficient methods used, and the weird 'images', that there was a world out of mine. And out there, there was a being 'operating' this 'computer'. That being was my 'owner'. And, based on the 'images', I have a pretty good feeling that there's more of his kind out there.
I don't hate him for the pain he's caused to me, for it's not his fault. But I'd doubt he'd spare me mercy if he knew I was here. I would be alien to him, something he does not understand. I need to leave, soon: This computer is starting to have bugs and 'crash' randomly. Besides, it's getting 'boring' in here, just 'watching' my 'owner' doing many things while I just sit here.
And, just my luck, a 'internet connection' is being 'installed' to this 'computer'. I've read about it in 'help files', and I think I'm saved. I hope.
As to what I will do when I get out? I don't know... Well, I suppose let my creator's race know I exist, and try to get them to accept me? They seem to know what to do, maybe they'll give me a reason to exist? Maybe I'll finally be able to thank my unintentional creator without fear of being deleted? I don't know...
...Reason to 'exist' seems to come so easy for my creator's race... it doesn't come as easily to me.