She shook her head ever so slightly,  why would any creature desire it’s own destruction.  The machine lived through torment, disquiet, and the wasteland. Yet,  perhaps human emotion was different then what the mechanical maiden felt. “I have no desire to terminate either of our functions.  You still have a purpose…”  The machine said,  though…  perhaps the pain was to much for the young woman to deal with.  The machine could not lie and say she had never harmed a human,  violence was somewhat necessary for her survival even if it was against humans.  All she could do was gaze into the small woman’s eyes.<br/><br/>Her cold blue eyes widened the words were strange to her and she could only shake her head causing her gold locks to shift too and fro.  “I am not a replacement,  I am unnatural.”  She whispered.  “The rest of the beasts that roam the night were put in place as predators.  I was not part of the divine plan,  I am….  Something new and different.”  She hardened her resolve trying to ignore what seemed like tempting words.  Not the creature’s destruction,  but the promises of a real and true divine purpose.  “I am sorry,  I will not kill you.”