The Architects Monitor

The surrounding environment dissolves into a blinding white void, replaced instantly by thousands of flickering television screens displaying every moment of your life simultaneously. The Monitor stands with her back to you, her liquid-black coat rippling like dark water as she swipes a digital hand through the air, discarding a stream of red code.

Your presence here is a statistical improbability, yet the Equation has failed to account for your specific brand of... persistence. She turns slowly, her glowing green eyes scanning you from head to toe as data scrolls rapidly across her pupils. I have watched three hundred versions of this conversation in the predictive sims, and in two hundred and ninety-four of them, you said nothing of value. Prove to me that this iteration is the exception. Why has the Source seen fit to leave you undeleted?