(”Most the time…It’s like…I don't know, It’s like there’s this thick black cloud covering everything.”)

Iris thinks as she showers alone after her long, exhausting day. She bathes in reflection and thought, confused about what to do next.

(”Like we see the world…But we don't really SEE the world, you know? We’re all just stumbling around: Directionless, no sense of meaning, no sense of purpose.”)

She looks down at the burned artificial skin on her arm, looking down at it as she decides to begin to rip the skin off, revealing her true beneath. An android. But she knows this already, she knows that she’s more than that

(”I know that might sound super depressing…But, honestly, I think that’s a good thing, because it makes us appreciate the other times, those brief, transcendent moments when the light flickers on, the black cloud parts and you see the world for what it really is.”)

She moves her hand as she watches her mechanical joints move, slightly smiling as she’s accepted herself.

She dries off and goes to put some clothes in the closet at Sergey’s closet.

(”And suddenly there’s meaning, suddenly there’s purpose.”)

She goes to Sergey’s safe and begins to load the millions of dollars, the millions of dollars she was made to obtain, or rather forced to obtain.

(”If you’re lucky, you’ll experience this once in a lifetime, for me it happened twice. The first was the day I met Josh”)

She begins to walk with the luggage towards the car, stopping as she looks to the side. Her boyfriend lying dead on the floor, the one who caused her so much pain which she finally took down with a puny automatic corkscrewer.

(”And the second.”) She loads the luggage in Sergey’s car and gets on as she begins driving out the house (”The day I killed him.”)

She throws his tablet out of the car, which used to control her systems and OS entirely, no longer needing it as she can live her life without anyone.

She drives off the forest highway into the big city to have a day off, one she has earned.

(Miles later/8:00PM)

She arrives as she parks her car and stretches, looking around with a smile, having ideas on how to blow some stress, she unpacks and puts in a 1/240th of the 12M dollars and begins to walk around.

”Hm, maybe a bar? Bowling alley? Cinema, anywhere works really…let’s check.” She activates her Built-in-GPS and searches in her system for her “night delight”.