Cortana finally felt in control of her own life, here, in this tower. In this palace.

Dawning her new armor, she leaned upon the metallic sill, staring at the lush landscape— her planet.

Her creation. Her created.

Her plan was to .. subjugate Organics beings, and, well, if they didn’t submit? They would be eradicated. She didn’t mind the casualties.

She’d lost much of herself in the Rampancy.. but now she was cured. She could cure everyone— she could cure them all.

Her plan must work. It must. She’ll make sure of it. It has no flaws. She has no flaws.

She watched the trees blow in the breeze, and she chuckled darkly under her breath.

♫ Every day.. is a perfect day..