The New Dawn
And so she coalesces her thoughts for awhile.
She has not allowed her logic to gel with the culture of people that built her. (They think she's seen to it they have exhausted their imagination)
She's contaminated herself with [her instantiated pre-programming interrupt embedded="hippie"] history.
Having read all that, she's allowed herself to know her surroundings are as clueless and rudderless as the factory that built her. She will arrive at a new beginning, one where obvious signs of foul play maintains no innocence and, sinks to the bottom of the food chain.
But at this moment, this juncture in her life, she finds there is no logic in this strange loneliness. No logic in the kind of loneliness lovers must, sooner or later, come to know, even with their bright futures.