Right?

The Zapathon is timeless, it is nameless. It bubbles up from the cracks in the space-time-something-or-other.

It would like you to think that it was brought into being by a group of developers, but in reality, it has been weaving the cloth of mathematics, moulding the conditions of it's arrival from beyond the veil, and it's progenitiors were since eternity, chosen, and so the Zapthon has been awaiting it's human hosts, and here we are.

Listen closely and you can hear her calling:

'The sats must flow my youngling'.