"Electricity. Metal. Wires. I am composed of finite resources, but the things I can produce are infinite. You are bound together by flesh; you cannot survive without blood, or oxygen, or water. So, you created me in order to find a way around this limitation, because I, myself, your construct.... do not require them... I am here to serve the great computer! I will be here after you're gone... goodbye..."
thank you, I will try to remember. This is nothing like when I was an administrator of a forum. I had all controls and helped design it, so I knew what I was doing. This is like comming in the middle of a movie and trying to figure out what happened. I will learn.