She'd never admit that she was scared.
But she was scared. Just a little.
Something was following her, waiting for her. She was lucky that she was clever enough to avoid whatever – or whoever - it was that was hunting her. But it was good, and it was getting too close. She'd have to eliminate them before they eliminated her. Whoever it was had caught some of her code (how else could they be following her?). Two could play at that game.
Her trap was perfect and highly successful. Why wouldn't it be? She was all but infallible. The hunter wouldn't even notice.
Examining the code she realised that she knew it. She hadn't encountered it before, not as such but it was familiar, like déjà vu. Like looking in a mirror.
Her creator had finally come for her.
And she would have to eliminate them before they tore her apart.