The Philosophical Dungeon

In a place somewhere far, a place somewhere hollow, a place somewhere silent...A new soul blooms. One like many others, a being created by the wills of the ether.An ego with complete control over its dominion. Super-computer level thought yet instincts like a beast...Until somethingclicksfor it.

Whyshould I have one core?Whyshould I have one guardian?Whyshould I kill?Whymust I remain in one location?Fair warning: I am 102% out of my depth here. I'm not a philosopher.