While the starship was producing the arms, Datany was piloting towards the wave edge of the battle field, trusting her program Data02 to approach one out of thousands androids which had some beauty in its mind’s spectrum.
One android was chosen by chance or by art, by Datany.
She was yet far away from his body when her decision fell upon him, and he was not aware of it.
Through the eyelids, the eyes were still shining, reflecting the explosions in the dark space.
The android’s AI had learnt a lot about the concept of Death. Being a soldier helps you in such sad things. It had spent a lot of time in reasonably computing where’s most probable to die and where isn’t so likely, or how, or by who.
So now the AI was pretty sure of being dead.