The mechanical maiden stood in silence as the other machine left her quarters, she had been taking slow steady habitual breaths to keep her leveled.  She stood stock still, letting a few moments pass, the tension bubbling within her screaming to be released.  Then it came, a high pitched scream as she vented her wrath, the volts of force lightning danced across her body.  How dare things not go as she had planned!  How dare outside events interfere!  How dare Zeta not fall into nothing more then a crumpled heap of quivering pleasure!<br/><br/>She couldn’t take anymore, the accumalted rage required release!  Her foot lashed out at a small table, easily kicking through the metal object causing the two now indiviaul peices to slam into the walls.  “Why can’t things ever be easy!”  She slammed her foot rather petulently against the floor causing a rather massive dent in the supposedly sturdy substance.  She took her blade in one hand, and the night stand that she had in the other, and tossed it hard into a nearby wall causing a mechanical clang to resound within the room, the peice of furniture soon fell to the floor almost completely scrapped.  She turned her wrath then to the two little chairs, slicing each of them in two with the glowing blue blade of light.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long that nearly every object in the little room was destroyed.  She turned her attention to the bed, ready to vent her wrath on this as well.  She found herself upon it, the cool almost slick fabric of the sheets felt pleasant against her skin.  She could have easily torn it to pieces, yet, it had been so hard to aquire genunine silk, and a more comfortoable mattress, not to mention it had been completely customized to her own specifications.  Destroying it would be a waste, she’d just have to find someone more responcive to throw down onto her sheets, atleast until she was capable of finding the seemingly frigid droid’s trigger.