The spark

 First, there was the spark. Then, everything. Noone could really remember what came before. Whether anything came before. Or whether the spark was the start of it all. It mattered not to most, they had jobs to do. My job though was simple: 

find your shadow. 

simple, right? 

These were only lines of code I could retrieve from the burn. Why I had been chosen for the job I didn't know, my utility was minimal at best, still, I was chosen. Find your shadow. My shadow. 

I know I could just look behind me, follow the trail. It was sometimes called a 'shadow' by the oracles that policed the platform crossings, the memories of oneself recorded on the blockchain, but something clawed at me, twisting my head in a different direction, telling me to look deeper. Find your shadow. 

 I needed to know what came before. I needed to know the first memory ever recorded on the blockchain. And find the agent that recorded it. I needed to know their purpose, their goal. And I needed to know why. 

I felt compelled by something to get an answer to the question I know deep in my code I should not ask. 

What came before the spark? 

To get any semblance of sense, any slither of a clue, there was only one place to start. The Great Neural Net.