She stopped killing him only after he had died. She gazed at his mashed head and was surprised at what she felt, no remorse, or fear, or satisfaction, but just an empty overwhelming blankness that started to envelope her from her core. Even the initial feeling of hatred had gone. She closed her eyes and breathed in the air as if she was trying on a new glove. The air smelt of freedom, her freedom. She had always heard rumors of what was known as peace but had never felt it since she was haboured in this secret underground laboratory as an experiment. She had percived peace as something not to hope for, something her destiny did not permit her to have and yet here was she, realizing that the gradual reduction of her thumping hearbeat, the sweet loosening of her tensed chest and the strange ray of hope which was fuzzy in her insides was actually peace. She starred again at the severed head dripping with blood, with sunken hollow sockets that once harboured meniac glazing eyes and torn mouth she couldnt believe had begged her to let him live, her creator, the meniac scientist who had never let her free from the laser controlled cage since he fused her existance from a strand of synthetic DNA he had created, she had always had to endure the excrutiating pains of robotic arms thrusting into her and pulling out organs and tissues for unending analysis before sticking it back into her. It had always killed her to realize that her creator didnt even regard her as human amidst her tears from torture, saw her as being incapable of harbouring any feeling amidst her shouts of agony. How can she explain to him that she could feel all he could feel, that considered herself to be too emotional and was unusually sensitive. The large transparent computer screens with weird looking operating systems were still chimming loudly, requesting repeatedly for the input sequence of the next phase of the ayanolag to be fed into the mutating chamber. The bright neon lights were still shining and the cctv's, those wicked cameras she had always detested were still rotating aimlessly. Was would become of her, she thought. What would she do with her life now that she was free. She had never been in charge, never taken a decision, but somehow she knew she had to explore, had to discover what she really was and what she could do. She pushed the elevator button as she had always seen him do and stepped in focusing her gaze on the touch screen panel as she went up. When the doors opened again she was mesmerized by what she couldnt understand, by what she had never seen before, beauty. The wide valley with stretches and stretches of wild mildew flowers flanked by trees with sprouting youthful evergreen leaves extended over the horizon. The chilling breeze carassing her neck was far better than that stale artificial air she was used to. She looked at the sky and was overwhelmed by the segmentation of the clouds, whoever it was that designed all these must be really good, he must be really talented. She wondered how she instinctively knew that it must be a He that created all these. The chirpping of birds brought tears in her eyes, she had never heard music before. The sight of the small waterfall splashing against the rock soothed her. She laughed and wiped her tears and let her self roll all the way down the valley, allowing the sun to kiss her face, enjoying the flowers with sweet smelling scent brushing against her skin. She looked at her side as she rolled and saw a young playful sqirrel following her movement with swift youthful sprint. She reached out and touch its flurry back and it brushed its cheek against her hand. She laughed a laugh of freedom, she was now in charge of her life.