She had once thought it was some sort of program. How else would it never tire? But a program would never actively discard the optimal solution and bypass her trap.
"Seems like we'll have a war of attrition." She yawns.
"Time to sleep. Organic lifeforms should treasure rest." The surroundings dim.
She suddenly bolts awake, but the residues of data are swept away and destroyed. It all seems like a dream — but the taste of defeat is very real.
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