A paunchy, middle aged, mid ranged woman rushes past me as I walk out of the annex; headphone and charger wires dangle pitifully from her pocket like some sort of gory display of a wounded android. Her dull silver hair is matted down and feathered in a way that only a car a/c on high can replicate. \"A fine specimen\", I say to my self. She is in a hurry, I imagine she needs to get those mangled wires to a power source very quickly before her battery powers down and her binary code is wiped out from the system.