It sat there, staring down at the floor. It had led me on a chase across half the city, here, in the depths of some god forsaken industrial waste plant, it had stopped. It had given up the chase. Maybe in it's logic driven mind it realised it couldn't escape from me, or maybe it had just run out of alternatives. Some people advocate that these rogues deserve our sympathy for malfunctioning, we made them near human after all, that's what they say. But nobody understands the machines like I do, nobody ever could. --- Assembled and posed in Poser, rendered in Vue