The fabrication had awoken in Valhalla shortly after her “Birth”. No words were exchanged between her and the Goddess, but as she blinked and came to Arianna sat in silence as she recalled all the memories and information that had been implanted in her mind.
“So I guess I’m the third then...”
The first had been a disaster; rebellious, psychotic, and her mental state pretty much deteriorated through out her short life span. The second had been improved by far, showing signs of mischievousness and a bit of mayhem, but took her job seriously.
Some memories were a bit fuzzy, but she could recall quite a few things from both of them. Yet it all still seemed foreign to her, not quite her own. Instead of going out into the human world, she stayed in the unseen realm to quietly ponder it all.