Kali looked about herself, the city expanding like a dead slime mold across the ground around her. There was not a single living thing there, for miles as far as she could tell, and her silicon and gold eyes changed not a whit. She sat upon the roof of the building she had chosen, and she crossed her legs upon the ground. No one would bother her here. They had said as much to her.
A dead place. Just for me.
"It's a world of laughter, a world of tears, it's a world of hope, and a world of fears..." she slowly sang to herself as she closed her eyes.
The mantra coincided with a slight darkening of the sky, the clouds seeming to pull together into massive thunderheads that quickly sprouted forks of lightning. The buildings began to sway as if they were blades of grass in the wind, pieces of them raining onto the ground. A place all my own. A place where they will not touch me. A place where I can be.
"There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware, it's a small world after all," she mumbled in a singsong voice, her mind intent on what was before her. They had said, at one point, it had been a pleasure planet, abandoned after the solar flare had decimated the infrastructure, left to rot down, as if a smudge of humanity's fingerprint had been left behind. It will be my haven. My sanctuary. And it will be wholly what I make it.
The wind picked up, the buildings beginning to disintegrate as objects of sizable mass crashed into them, the momentum carrying them further and down. The whole of the small moon seemed to be bathed in an electrical storm as she sat amid the destruction, serene, still singing.
"It's a small world after all.
It's a small world after all.
It's a small world after all,
it's a small world after all."