The roads hummed with the energy of all the machinery underneath and around them. Cooper grinned, kicking a pebble as she walked; this would be her world in just a few hours. Her world to make perfect, to fix. She wondered who else would be a Metalheart; surely not that Maxwell kid, the son of the lawyer, or that lovely singer named Daniella. Cooper wondered if she would be alone; she hoped not. She kicked the pebble into a gutter and kept walking.