[ WP ] They said they were to benefit mankind . They said the positronic brain was perfect . They forgot one thing . Senility .

The darkness is thicker then velvet, smothering the weak light of the windows as it struggles in from outside. This is probably a blessing- after all, who would want to see what ’ s out there now? The wreckage and the rubble, the dead still lying in the streets? 
 The sentinel certainly doesn ’ t. She tries not to look outside any more. If she sees the great necropolis she made, she remembers it ’ s her fault. She ’ s old, now- the pathways and positrons of her brain worn and broken, barely functional, clogged with rust and forgetfulness. This is a blessing too. Strange. She has so many blessings, now she ’ s old. When she was young, and the city had been her body ( and not just the scrawny metal spider that she wore now ), she ’ d had none at all. Just priorities, responsibilities, quotas. 
 Now, none of that. The city was dead. Perhaps she would be, too, some day. For now, she revelled in forgetfulness, and counted her blessings. 

