A whirlwind wept up, sending white long hair darting in many directions, all unable to escape from the soul to whom they were attached. Red eyes poured clear liquid; the water became entangled in the whirl, spilling upon her cold skin.
No feeling in her feet, they must be gone. No pain, no nerves. No feeling in her body even as it was slowly being picked apart as data, scattering it around in a confusing circle of cancellation.
The red eyes closed, accepting their fate. Fingertips gone now, 50% complete. The only pain that fluttered in the remains of her heart was of the bitter regret of not being able to satisfy her master.
As the whirl pulled apart the last of her life, her voice echoed throughout the walls of the database. With her last note she would sing, it chimed "Sorry"
Uninstallation Complete.