Nobody blamed the androids. Nobody blamed those who invented them, nor those who introduced them to farms and factories. Rebecca, however, blamed herself.


The Step Street Madrassa was renouned throughout Bagadet. It had the finest supplies of medicines and miscelanous chemicals to be found anywhere in the world in 733AD.


Initially Rebecca had stolen and purchased the Madrassa's supplies, but soon she was forced to assist in the management of the college that it might meet her needs. She did this by marrying into the church and then murdering her husband.


Rebecca purchased an old palace in the centre of town with gold she had brought from her own time. Although the town had virtually no plumbing when she arrived, the streets surrounding her palace were soon installed with coolant ducts and power cables.


The locals were all greatly awed by the money and knowledge that the widow wielded, they had no doubt that she was a god. People no longer interfered with her work. Her husband had died quickly, burning from the inside.


Rebecca had chosen Bagadet 733 as a time of stability for her task. A task that would bring to an end the reign of the machines.


Rebecca was building the first great thinking machine. It was being built to philisophical specifications, a powerful computer with the ability to observe, but not to act.


The machines of Rebeccas own time were almost human, but for one crucial characteristic. This failing prevented them ever being able to understand humans, and consequently prevented them from ever being able to help humans with their greatest problems.


The machines could never understand loneliness.


Rebecca was also building a bomb. She was not here to fix other peoples problems, she was here for revenge.




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