<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10px;">Sybil Kennedy was reflecting on her day. She had been soft spoken as usual, the quiet one in the lab coat and black plastic frame glasses, calculating behind a laptop or a row of glass test tubes. Ah, but by night, which it was, she was stalking around the roof of a building that was clearly marked off limits by certain government and corporate organizations. She flicked several switches on a handheld cortex, pressed a button, waited five seconds, and watched the fireworks. A building down the street exploded in flames as millions of tactfully and stealthily placed c4 cartridges went off at the same time. Sybil smirked. <em>Let's watch those android bastards get out of this one.</em> She knew none of them had survived. It was a matter of accurate calculations and perfect planning. Both of which Sybil had down to a T. <br/><br/>She had double majored in chemistry and engineering in college. Both of these majors were large accomplishments on their own, but Sybil was just something special to have managed them both. She had had little to no social life, and learned early on in her life that insomnia had its upsides. She had been hired by one of the top companies in the nation, hell, in the world, to help develop the most cutting edge technology. And the development of artificial intelligence owed its creation in large part to her. But somehow, only Sybil had seen the dangers of what they were doing. Didn't these people realize that if robots learned, acted like humans and pretended to be like humans, they could be the most terrible threat ever? Nomatter how much they looked like us, they would never be human. They would never feel as humans did and thus could never understand human emotion to a capacity for compassion. Well, sure, you could program compassion. But that was the point. It would be programmed. And a program could be removed. <br/><br/>No one seemed to imagine the possibilities of a bunch of sociopathic androids seeking the destruction of human life. There could have been an entire societal upheaval. The machines over man. And Sybil simply couldn't allow that. Not when she'd had such a large part in their creation. And so, as such things went, the Ace of Swords would also have a large part in their destruction, even if no one in the world knew. <br/><br/>She approached the scene of rubble, scanning her handiwork. She couldn't stay long, as the police would be along to examine what had happened. But before she left, she stopped and pulled a card from her blazer pocket with a gloved hand, and dropped it on the ground in front of the scene of burning wreckage before turning and abruptly walking away with an air of finality. <br/><br/>The Ace of Swords sat, her calling card, in front of all that ruin. </span>