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[B][Color=00ffff]Location: [/color][/b]Stark hall
[B][Color=00ffff]Skills/Powers/Equipment: [/color][/b]N/A[/center][hr]As she returned from her walk, a lot fewer people were mingling about. Vicky supposed that sleep was desirable after an vent like this. [I][color=00ffff]For those lucky enough to be able to.[/color][/i] she thought, still quite bitter about her lacking capabilities.

The Avengers were still there though, and She-Hulk waved her over, asking to contact her guardian. [Color=00ffff]"You mean my creator slash owner? No thanks. Not in the mood to talk to her of all people. Besides, you brought Scott Lang, he's close enough. Tell him to get the story out of the park's ants."[/color]

With that she walked off. Her 'guardians' were ill equipped to help her anyway. Her present situation showed just how well Hope was able to design her AI's hardware, and while Scott was a lovable oaf, his background in electrical engineering and burgalry would not be of use in calming the hurricane of her mind.

Why was she surprised? Biological life had millions of years of iterative design to figure out the kinks and balance all the settings. It was hubris of humanity to think they could do in the timespan of one generation what took nature that long, and here was the result. [I][color=00ffff]Your feeling machine is ready to break, because you made her incomplete. Just stop making thinking machines, you don't have what it takes to make them correctly! Fuh. I gotta think of something else or I [b]will[/b] go nuts.[/color][/i]

She rounded the corner and headed to the workshop, hoping that focusing on precision work would allow her enough respite until tomorrow.