Lonely. He was so lonely. Occasionally, he'd get to watch an animal walk through one of the viewscreens, but it never made it farther than the compound's public relations section. The lab security was too tight, even now that it's scientists were lost to memory, and everyone who'd once worked there was long dead. Misery consumed him. Day in and day out, maddening monotony dragged on. Any small change was an excitement, and over all too quickly. Once, a small group of humans made it within two rooms of his first console, before automated security drones found them. The battle was bloody, and it still echoed in his head. More time passed. Time began to lose meaning. Why would anybody make an undying computer with a mind of it's own, only to abandon it? Had they meant to drive him mad? A new sensation filled his mind. Anger. Frustrated, impotent anger. It was washed away in a flash however, when his external sensors picked up another human approaching his compound. A woman. ____________________________________________________________________________ The compound itself was a single-story thing, whose roof had fallen down in places. It belonged to a relatively small town, and was spared the worst of the orbital bombardment, and the ground floor had been picked clean of valuables. At the building's center, an elevator shaft ran down, suggesting more complexity to the building than it's innocuous exterior. The doors were held open by a bar wide enough to fit a broad man through sideways.