It had to be sand. They couldn't have exiled her in a tundra (which, though optimal for Abana, would have been more than impractical for the humans) or even a more volcanic region- the silicone could handle those. But sand, dust, those caused issues. Abana's skin was moisture resistant; a muddy lake would have been better than this. By far. But it was illogical. Impractical. Certainly for the humans, with their shoddy community needing resources- and here had the land for the descendants of once farm animals- and their need for machinery which, while being reborn, was still large, if only to make room for the workers. But it was illogical. Impractical. Certainly for the humans, with their shoddy community needing resources- and here had the land for the descendants of once farm animals- and their need for machinery which, while being reborn, was still large, if only to make room for the workers. Machines such as the ones that made the water not lethal to use, and the ones that made the weapons that they so enjoyed. Get some people together, and one of them will find a more efficient way to harm the others. All in an assertion of dominance, of course. And the capitol had to display relative wealth; right now, that meant size and population, both of which were achieved. This was- cynicism? cynicism? cynicism? Yes. And annoyance. Cognitive computer science had come a long way, once upon a time, and robots could mimic, display, and define human emotions, when necessary. It was a skill that Abana no longer needed to process, but had utilized before her exiling. Exiling was putting it nice nice nice nicely; some skin on her forearm had been torn, and the bionic arm was exposed. Synthetic skin was banned, and only the illegal androids still made and utilized it. Regular humans with replaced limbs didn't wear the skin. Especially not government officials. It had been lucky that Abana was an android. She had processed the best escape route for when her secret was revealed (as the lack of aging would eventually give it away). And now there was dust and sand worming their way into her circuits. They were interfering with some functions. Not her basic, fundamental ones; those were protected by another few layers of protection to prevent this exact thing from happening. As a result, Abana almost immediately started gathering a following. The other androids had programmed her to be recognized as having power and she had almost reached presidency. That had not worked, so she would start over, with these new humans. Not that Abana knew what to do after she had amassed power. Likely, continue obtaining it unless some hidden program kicked in at some point, or some other androids found her and input new instructions. Or some end goal. Her memory had not kicked for some time after she was fully functional; Abana assumed it was so if the humans took her hard drive, they wouldn't have any information on the other androids. She did not consider what would happen if she reached a point where she could obtain no more power, but her instructions did not change. She did not consider what would happen if she reached a point where she could obtain no more power, but her instructions did not change. That was irrelevant, though; now, she was meeting with a neighboring leader. They had reached a point where an alliance was the most beneficial to both parties, so that conquering of other tribes would successfully happen. Later, the alliance would break, and Abana would defeat her current ally. It was simply how things were. Later, the alliance would break, and Abana would defeat her current ally. They had designated to meet in between where the two tribes generally inhabited; Abana was there, early, waiting, and scanning for hidden people with the more bionic of her two eyes. A meeting was one thing; an ambush was another, and the android would be prepared.