Her footsteps were at a quick pace, tho she wasn’t actively sprinting. She sported a blue hoodie, Jean shorts and boots, carrying an opened black umbrella above her head as rain poured steadily onto the populous below…tho, she had a terrible secret…she was an escaped experiment, an artificial intelligence currently on the run, seeking any kind of refuge and hiding spot she could get to or find. Whether it be in an alleyway, the backlot of an old building, or even someone’s personal residence (if they were nice enough and they didn’t have a plan to rat her out). Just about every single news story she had seen, either on large Jumbotrons or on the small clips of newspapers below, had been regarding her escape from the facility that she’d been contained in. She had been yearning for total, and complete freedom from that horrific situation, and she had just begun her first step.