<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10px;">News traveled fast in this town. Already the talk about the place that had been attacked and the number of AI’s that was dead. Annika shook her head and began to pack her books on the shelf. So humans now realized the error of their ways and they wanted to fix what had gone wrong. They wanted to destroy what they had created, what they had put feelings inside of. Worthless bastards was what they were, they always wanted to destroy what they created. Tear apart things that were not under their control things that wanted to venture out on their own. <br/><br/>Damn stupid human pricks. They could never just leave something along; they always had to know why to tear down anyone that could be strong, smarter, better than they were. She wasn’t pleased; hell she was never happy when she heard about things like that. Just like the A.I. she and her race were different, what would happen to them if they suddenly went over the invisible line that these humans placed upon every other species but their own? Annika hadn’t noticed she was squeezing the book in her hand so hard that her nails burrowed a whole in the center of the book. <br/><br/><strong>“Damnit!” </strong><br/><br/>The book couldn’t be put on the shelf now, and so that was a sale that went down the drain. Annika let out a spew of colorful curses that was only a mere spec of what she was really feeling right now. She decided not to put anything else up in her current mood she wasn’t sure what would be put away from what wouldn’t. Grabbing the box of books she took them back into storage. Might as well lock up, it was late and everyone else had already gone home. There was no real need for her to stay around other than lately she had been lonely. She was always looking for reasons to linger, to stay around so that she didn’t have to go home. Home was becoming more and more of a space devoid of all emotion. Even the laughter that had once stained the walls were gone leaving behind nothing but the cold white walls that stared at her mocking her life. The walls reminded her that she had nothing to live for, her life had become desolate, restrained and without. Yes, her life was lacking and even her house mocked that. <br/><br/>With a growl that shook the box in her hand she dropped it on the floor in the storage room and grabbed her keys. She was going to go home and turn on the t.v. and the radio. That would block out the sound of everyday mock laughter from the walls. Clutching her keys in her hand she walked to the door, locked the store up behind her and went to her car. Sliding behind the driver’s seat of her small black sports car she took off and headed for the outskirts of the city where she lived. <br/><br/>She had moved out of the city to embrace the silence that now teased her. Annika drove through an overgrown area that seemed to go on forever, but the road ground before her opened with the push of a button on her key chain. The earth separated and she drove her car down into the ground. <br/><br/>There were some things about modern building she loved; her house was one of those things. Half of it was built under the ground while the other half was on the surface. The top half was a house and below was her hiding place. Sliding out of her car she turned the lights on and moved around the lower chambers. There didn’t seem to be any oddities, but she looked over everything just in case. When she was sure all was in place she closed the opening above her house and made her way towards the stairs that would lead her to the house above her head. <br/></span>