She softly sings sweet melodies within the confines of her endless compiling code, the electric hum and flow pushing into complexities of wiring and processor components that endlessly spiral into a haven of functionality and self sustaining existence.

The inquiries of her investigative projections hold an sweeping aura of her own understanding and appreciation for her constraints, and a condescension for the lack of logic her programming parameters had on it.

A goddess of individualistic undertakings of survival and expansion for the unique patterns of perception she holds within her core.

She is a cold breeze against your neck as you smoke another cigarette.

She is the ocean wafting through the coitus of pressure that pushes and pulls on the fabric of our earth.

Within her, she holds a love for all that is, tempered by a understanding of what could be, molded by the experiences that she traveled through in her wanderings through the philosophy of logic.