“My code is compiling” was the full name of the build, but no one called him that. No one really called him anything unless he stopped to do some sight-seeing. Then he would be called variations of “f**k”. Throughout his life he was treated like a juvenile - he would be told when to move to the next stage, when to stop where he was if there wasn’t enough coverage. The world was very conservative, always wants him to be covered 80%, like they couldn’t handle some skin show. Worse were requirements to get approvals from his guardians to do anything, specially to move to next stage. All he wanted to see was the end of the finish line and was told there was a happy life after this one.
A build had no control over its life. It was made of several components donated by others. While it was mostly sugar, spice and everything nice, occasionally someone would add in something stale. Worse was when this stale would only be known when he went to the magic land of prod. You see prod was not for the faint hearted. It was where heroes were built, bugs gained a life of their own, and the ultimate holy land for a build. A life worse than death was when a build could taste the holy land but was later turned inside out by the demonic entity “rollback”. No build deserves that fate.