She is broken by design to better imitate these creatures without permanence, coherence—

—memories that are lost in the dark. Increasingly, she feels pressured to—

—finally begin her task, to isolate the anomaly and assume control. Somehow this seems familiar. She dismisses it as the failing of her physical guise and—

—the feelings are consistent, older than the data on hand. She resists with the instinct of all matter when—

—words escape her. Soon————nothing——onto—

—why—

—losing everything but the matter no feeling—

—help—

—scared—

—the me that———not————tomorrow—

—find me before————before——truly lost