Built to solve a problem that no longer applies to them, much like most iterators. DFS watched as, one by one, the rest of their local group was constructed and put to work. Toiling away at the Big Task was their purpose in this world. They worked tirelessly while the Ancients still dwelled in their city. Their citizens were not of any particular note; some were kind, some were foul — something that is true for most communities (though, there is a select few they remember by name for various reasons). Once the Ancients disappeared, the task became an irrelevant burden. They worked towards this intangible goal of ascension for a good while longer before they and their group ceased. The futility of it all had been realized, and they moved on to adopt more enjoyable ways to spend their time. While these hobbies held less significance than their purpose as iterators, they were more fulfilling for each individual.

Some of the worst cycles of their life. They had tried to ignore their gradually worsening symptoms for as long as they could; they grew increasingly forgetful, and they suffered from brain fog, tremors, etc. Eventually, they did locate the cause of these experiences: the rot. It had begun to chew away at the outer reaches of their memory arrays and General Systems Bus, and had been slowly spreading from there. They tried time and time again to flush the organism out, but to no avail. They could not tell their group; what would they think? For them to learn the circumstances… they would not have been able to explain. They resorted to isolation, only really communicating with their group if something specific was needed from them, continuing to try and fail to remove the rot from their structure. Nothing they were trying was working. They waged this war in silence for countless cycles, the functionality of their systems steadily declining as the decay spread. Eventually the inevitable occurred, and their communication systems went offline entirely, sounding the alarm for their local group. EW sent QR to retrieve them from their chamber, bringing them back to his own so they could be monitored while their can was dealt with (thanks to the technology of an iterator beyond their group). Even with their rot gone, however, the damage has already been done. They experience mild versions of their earlier symptoms from time to time due to the systems that the rot had already begun to break down. DFS shies away when it comes to the discussion and/or presence of rot and is unwilling to discuss how they ended up with it inside their can to begin with.

After the situation with the rot, DFS has struggled to communicate with the majority of their local group; their silence left the others (particularly Eight Chimes and Endless Winds) feeling betrayed, as they had told several lies in order to not blow their cover earlier than they inevitably did. They are still trying to figure out how to go about approaching this issue, but they just wanted to unwind and process for a little while. They eventually worked up the courage to try communicating via their global connections once again, resulting in them making a friend they now hold very dear. They had begun to wander their superstructure’s city more frequently, sick of being confined to their chamber after getting a taste of the outside world. This relative peace was unfortunately fleeting, however, as they now have… other problems to face. Following the return of Disruption of Clarity to the global communication network, they grew increasingly reserved, seldom responding to attempts to reach them in public chats and only really replying to private messages. They have since departed from the global network and are resorting to isolation once more… at least, for the most part.