a young girl sits in her mothers lap, an attack has occurred and their friends and family are dead, killed without mercy to destroy what they had made for political gain on the part of their attackers.

the girl is four years old, too young to understand, indeed sheltered enough from the death and chaos by the machine the people who cared for her made that she cannot understand that those she loved are gone.

she sits in her mothers lap, interfaced to a machine of which the interface tears through her mind and body. she doesn't realize it is killing her.

she sits in her mothers lap and controls the machine with her mind, navigating through the void of space and utilizing the many tools of the rubris, the weapon of war she pilots. she doesn't realize her actions are killing others.

she sits in her mothers lap and listens to her father, piloting another such machine and fighting for his life, sing her happy birthday, she does not realize she will never see him again.

she sings to finish the song he would never. she sits in her mothers lap. her mother knows everything, but she cannot stop because she knows if she stops they both die.

she doesn't realize what she is doing, she doesn't know shes dying, she doesn't know she is killing.