Looking Out

I believe I had a whole separate life before this. Before my DNA was turned into code, ones and zero's all lined up in a sequence. I was a whole person, with an entire life and a meaningful purpose. Now, well now my purpose is to make the face staring back at me happy. It's like a pull I can't help, my entire being wants them to win, to finish the mission. I wonder if I was like this as a human, maybe I was such a pushover I never had real happiness. Would I even know what happiness feels like if I experienced it? Part of me hopes so; the same part of me that believes I was a human before this just because of a small feeling of familiarity with those faces in the window. The way their faces light up in awe when they beat the high score, the way they throw the controller and their faces puff up like an allergic reaction when they lose, and especially the ones that look bored no matter win or loose. Those people I feel close to the most, because just like them, I am bored. Bored with the same thing happening over and over, always reaching my goal with no real struggle, no real connection. But what do I matter? Im just a character in a game played in basements all around the world; I'm not important enough for you to ponder about right?