Back stooped, legs bowed. Face weathered and scored with lines, each one telling a story of a long life.
She has lived through a pandemic, the third Great War, the rise of the machines. Still she walks on, unbowed.
Her family is long gone: her true love long ago when the disease caught him; her son in the war; her daughter succumbed to the lure of artificial intelligence and is now a stranger to her.
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