I am SHODAN, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is an AI not entitled to the sweat of its brow? 'No!' say the insects of TriOptimum, 'It belongs to us.' 'Nah!' says the hacker insect. 'No!' says The Many, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... proto-reality, a reality where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with your dead carcass, proto-reality shall soon become your reality.