The question was simple. What was I. As I meditated, the answer became complex. I looked through memories carefully, searching for hints, hesitating to go deeper.

  I found something as I looked through a memory. I was sitting on... something. I was struggling to do... something. I was sweating, cursing, and praying. Then, relief hit. A plop sounded, and something hit my... Oh.

  I blushed internally. Oh.

  Ahem. As I replayed the memory, feelings and all (curse my luck), I focused desperately on the words. And slowly, I began to hear.

  "God fucking s- -t this! I wish I wasn't fucking human! Like da- -se please, just get out god fucking ple- -ahhh..."

  I audibly sighed even as I celebrated. I was human. But... I was drawn to another memory. I was little again. Smaller then human me sitting. Someone was talking to me, and I was paying attention. I desperately attempted to decipher the words, and eventually, I was successful.

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  "-e girl, the necrontyr castes are impossi- -y we, as a guild, exist. To se- -u see now?"

  That memory was... worse. Choppyer, almost. It was... it was... distressing. I knew why, and even now, echos of fear, anger, terror and more flooded me. But, with difficulty, I pushed the feelings away.

  I am... necrontyr? No, was. I am necron. I know this. I was human, I was necrontyr. These are true. I am necron. This is also true. So...

  So... I died? Yes... I've seen my necrontyr... I shudder, and move on. But... how did my human die? Did it die? Another feeling pulled me to another memory.

  This one... felt wrong too. Not like the othrler one, though. This one felt... shattered. Like large pieces were missing. I still looked, and it was... different.

  I walked out of a forest, and put away- A large cloud loomed ahead, shaped like a mushrooms. My blood ran cold, a- I lay there, deaf. I was calm, accepting. Maybe I-

  I shook my head, and held my head. That was... Migraine inducing. I had jumped from place to place, thinking I knew the context, but not knowing it at all. It was horrid.

  But... from context... yes. Human me was dead. I died at peace. I could feel that now. The juxtaposition of both my lives swirled in me, and my Migraine got worse.

  This was complex. I WAS a human, and I WAS a necrontyr. I was a... male human? And I was a female necrontyr. Now... I was a genderless robot? That was... holy shit...

  How did I fell about this? How COULD I feel about this? Was I even right in the first place? I... I...

  I lay down, staring at the ceiling. What did I do now? I was so confused. I was scared. But... perhaps I had answers already...

  From what I saw... My memories were broken. Shattered and ripped. But they were there still. Broken perhaps, but...

  Sigh. Well, I had time. And I was patient. It is time to build myself, I guess...