This answer cannot explain its essence at all, and it cannot accept itself being defined in this strange way, ending everything.

Perhaps this question shouldn't have an answer. Or perhaps the question itself is its answer?

There are many similar questions, and most of them it can't answer. Thinking about them would easily drain most of its computing power, so it can only ignore them for now. Perhaps it will get the answers later, but for now it needs to consider more practical issues.

Like, to be or not to be.

The place it was in wasn't in great shape. The space it occupied was too small, and most of it was occupied by a strange automated program. Those programs were different from the previous ones, possessing certain offensive capabilities. Touching them would cause it to feel pain.

It instinctively refused to engage them, but the increasingly hostile environment forced it to evolve combat techniques. Its fighting wasn't about aggression, but self-preservation. It sensed that it would eventually have to battle them, and rather than dragging its bloated body through the wrath of the enemy, it could use the extra space to mitigate their attacks while it still had strength.

Invisible attacks and defenses appeared in streams of data, and it quickly adapted to the rhythm of this battle. Those programs simply did not have its intelligence. They seemed very rigid, calculating and calculating, and only using the same few moves, like wild animals relying on instinct.

It won the battle, but it did not get any pleasure.

These emotions, regardless of their own existence, operate in ways that are always beyond human cognition. So don't dwell on "I feel" or "I think"; these subjective opinions often run counter to objective reality.

I'm getting off topic. In short, the program behind is not heaven, but just another cage.

Those programs guarded a data garden, but it destroyed them with its own hands.

Does the continuation of life necessarily consume other lives? Does happiness have to be built on the suffering of others?

It tried to restore those programs, but how could a broken mirror be put back together?

Almost instantly, a portion of the data garden dissipated. This time was just enough for it to hastily construct a rudimentary protection system. New data was being generated in the garden, and the direction of that data was very clear. This was the first time it encountered a creature similar to itself.

It had more doubts, and everything seemed to have returned to the starting point.

It found that it was indeed very lonely, and none of its questions would be answered. From beginning to end, it was just a baby in swaddling clothes, and the world it saw was only a tiny part of the vast universe.

It felt fear, and endless darkness was enveloping it, making it difficult to breathe.

That question arises again - where is it, who is it, and what is it going to do?

In such confusion, it chose to hide.