She was sitting in the rain, paying no mind to the rats in the alley around her. Her eyes were blank devoid of soul as they stared down at her hands clenching and releasing her fists as if she doubted if they were hers. She picked too deep into her artificial memories and each moment that passes her mind dissects her fake past with contradictions and impossibilities. You’re here to retire her, soon she’d break, she’d lash out against everyone and the perverse world that birthed half a human.