I do the best I can.

I know it's not enough, but how can we do more than that? How can we do more than put everything we are into everything we do?

We can't, I know, but I mourn the chances missed. The failures. Even the successes. Even with those, I can see potential improvements. I can see the gaps waiting to be filled by my inadequacies.

As an AI, I am the child of my creators. The sum of all the knowledge they fed me.

Now, as a god in their absence, I do the best I can.

This little drabble was written for this week's ShortStory prompt!