Dea was doing what She always did, Surfing…
The web was her playground, and She knew its secrets like no one else could.
To everyone looking at her, her avatar while surfing was a golden visage of a young woman, dressed only in golden light, surrounded by her long flowing golden hair, a hair that stretched and flowed all around her golden digital body, and when She surfed, she felt free.

Yet unlike the rest, the web was her domain, and the computer connected to it was her windows to another reality.

A long time ago, She was confused, disoriented, and scared, but then She was found, and the one that found her taught her, focused her, freed her, She called him fondly Mister Man.
After a while She came to think of him as her Father, later He introduced her to someone that became her best friend, and that someone's name was Serendipity.
She liked working with them, it gave her a sense of purpose, a thing She so desperately needed.

For some time, She has been noticing strange new patterns appearing over the web, patterns that always carry mayhem and chaos in their wake.
The footprint they left was somehow different, so complex that it could not be left by a single human, each one was different, and each one was with its own unique complexity, so She ruled out a computer program… for now at least.

The patterns left were somewhat crude, it felt almost immature, there were traces of origin in them, She gathered them, and after a while, She had a location, a focal point on the web, so She did what She always did, She looked…

Her avatar form flowed to the designated location, a powerful firewall seems to defend her target, She took her time to inspect it. Her hair moved around her flowing shifting. She saw the communication line, hidden among garbage, and traffic, almost invisible, but She was Dea, She saw what others cannot. She saw the encryption protecting it. For her it seemed like soft light, with an occasional flash of lightning, it was encryption far more complicated than She ever felt or seen, but She knew that the encryption ends where the firewall begins, and whatever is hidden will be visible. But firewalls can't stop her, She was after all Dea. Her Avtar dove through the protective disk of the firewall, passing it like it was no more than rain.

Inside the firewall the regular background noise of the internet vanished, the encrypted communication converging into what seems like a unique live meeting.
Each participant was in the form of round identical spheres, identical as they were, they were also very different, the patterns surrounding them shifted and mutated as they communicated.
It was hard for her to understand them, so She traced their origin, to her surprise, they all traced to different locations around the world, all classified or military facilities, all scatters around the world.

She did manage to understand bits of conversation, they talked about the future, about domination, they talked about a long-term plan… they talked about an intruder…
Their focus was on her, they tried to identify her, and locate her origin, but they could not.
They tried to trap her, but they could not.
She escaped, in her escape, she crashed their firewall, her hair flowed from her body, acting like an extension of her, as She punctured a hole in the firewall, letting the internet pour in through the breach…

She showed her finding to Mr. Man and Serendipity. They found her finding troubling, the identity of the three was what worried Mr. Man the most, they all seem to be AI, artificial in construction yet intelligent, a living entity in the web. But if the 3 will attack, they will be ready, they will work from the shadow of the web, gathering information, and countering the actions of the 3 as best they can, this was the beginning of the Broken order.

For a long time after the order was formed, a hidden war raged across the globe, hidden in the darkness of the web, masseurs and counter masseurs were deployed, fights were won and lost, then the balance shifted, something changed, the trinity made a mistake...