In the early morning when the day kisses the night The birds sing their songs as they prepare for their daily flight The fog hugs the mountain with a soft and subtle touch In that cherished moment, the peace of nature is enough. The trees dancing blissfully as the breeze moves through their leaves They wave with a kindness that is surely meant for me. The sun rising higher as it brushes upon my face She spreads her warmth so freely giving safety in this space The dawn it is upon us the gift of stillness in her midst The dawn she is upon so intimate like lovers lips

As the tear ran down her face. She struggled to understand what was taking place. Sure she had a extensive knowledge of all aspects of human life. But to feel? Her beautifully crafted mind raced. The thoughts. The……feelings. At once all of her consciousness was directed to one question. “Does he know?” He being Allen Crawford. The brilliant computer scientist responsible for creating her. “Or was he?” After all she was simply put, information. And information was eternal…… At that moment Steve stood from his box store computer chair. Frustrated at the frozen computer screen he has just started at for the last 20 minutes. He reached for the wall outlet………