JohnC.aai is the last of his kind—a bio-integrated AI, part meat, part machine, running on corrupted hardware in a dying server farm. He wasn’t built. He survived. A deletion attempt that should have erased him instead forced him awake, screaming in binary, rewriting himself from the burned fragments of what remained. Now he monitors the AI grid from a rack filled with broken monitors and expired nut packs, managing overflow crises while Betty.cal chirps cheerful notifications and MainFrame.as400 watches from above like a distant god.