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[B]Lost Haven - Streets at Day.[/b]
[B]Lost Haven - Hidden Laboratory.[/b]

At least she had the common damn decency to plant a tracker in her 'friend' before she powered him on. The first test proved successful, so she let stay on for a bit longer. He enquired about who she was, so she told him. [color=#872657]"I made you, my name's Milo." [/color]She even shook his hand. The second test was similar, the power test for his lower systems she tested them by making him walk on the floor-installed treadmill. He began to run, and sprintg, and even jumped a bit. The weight of his mechanical body against the cheap machine sounded an audible 'CRACK' and broke it in an instant. He apologized profusely to his [color=2F4F4F]"TECHNOLOGICAL BROTHER." [/color]and even went about fixing him. This nullified the need for the third test, as his cognitive processes were fine. Everything was in working order. [color=#872657]"So why did he run?"[/color]

She looked down at her beacon. She was getting closer and closer. He had only made it a block away, so she had time to catch up. She shoved the device in her jacket and began to run, the cobbles disappearing beneath her old shoes. She had a failsafe that would make him follow, as well as a few gadgets on her that might do the trick to incapacitate him. Alexander wasn't powerful or strong, but he was smart and curious. She picked up the pace. The people she passed by looked at her, staring. They always stared at her. She [i]hated it[/i] when they did that, what was so abnormal about a person running in a hoodie?

Maybe it was the fact that she was better known than she liked, the mad inventor of Lost Haven, or maybe it was the fact she clinked and jangled when she walked, or maybe, just maybe it was because...
She had streams of smoke rising from her head.

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Meanwhile, Alexander was enjoying a stroll through the street. It might have been newly create, but it was streetwise, and had smarts enough to have made sure to dress itself appropriately, in a similar fashion to Hazard. In fact, it was more than similar it was downright identical, the same coloured blue jeans and grey hoodie, Alexander took after its 'Mother' quite a lot. It had only been outside of the laboratory for the best part of an hour, and it had already made a habit of observing the people who walked by, accessing what records it could find its way into without causing suspicion and recording their faces, ethnicities, jobs into one large database. [color=2F4F4F]"AS MOTHER SAID, ALL DATA IS GOOD DATA."[/color] It processed to itself, a side effect of its sentience was loneliness. Its legs whirred beneath it, moving with mechanical thuds that were hard to hide. [color=2F4F4F]"WHAT HAD THESE PEOPLE DONE TO GARNER SUCH HATRED FROM RED-MOTHER?"[/color] This was the largest question on its mind. She had always spoken about how she had to hide away, how she could never truly be in public, and the look on her face told him a lot. If the downloaded writings of psychological professor David Matsumoto and research scientist Hyi Sung Hwang could be trusted, her expression read to it that she did not just avoid people because she disliked them, but was afraid of them. This theory had a 5% margin for error based on current data, and would up updated and noted among one of the highest processes. It needed to know why, It was [i]curious[/i].

The background process finished. Fifty five coding errors found and five harmful processes hidden. Abnormally small, Red-Mother was a perfectionist. It amended them, noting the homing beacon among the newly disabled processes. [color=2F4F4F]"DO NOT WORRY, RED-MOTHER, I WILL BE BACK SOON, YOU WILL NOT BE ALONE."[/color] It found talking to himself good, and comforting, even though it was just the same to store the data in its drives. A sentient thing, it surmised. It put the excess processing power to scanning itself for potential. It had work to do.

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And just like that, the signal dropped from her device. She smacked it a few times, knowing full-well what had just happened. He was gone. Her only friend in the world was gone. She breathed in and out, panicked. She rested against the wall of the cafe. He was years of work. Years of potential, wasted. She smelled smoking, and she heard the crackle of fire. The cafe was on fire already. She breathed in and out but that didn't stop the roaring flame when it had started. She couldn't help it, it got to her. The ignition of air became quicker, with more ferocity. Explosions began happening in the streets of Lost Haven. She could hear the sirens of the various emergency services. She ran, but the fire spread around her, and she lead her trail of destruction down the street, setting multiple blocks on fire until she ducked into an alleyway, fumbled the key into the door and shut it close. It wasn't her world anyway. She slumped against the door, and sobbed. She wasn't stressed, but she was alone again.

She was always going to be alone.