Still adjusting to the fact that she was the last human in existence, Deborah sighed after nearly 20 minutes of silence. LadyBot, who had assimilated this information billions of milliseconds ago had been waiting to initiate conversation, but the time was not a loss. While Deborah was lost in her thought, LadyBot had discovered the next largest prime number known to humanity and its creations -- that is to say, Deborah Barns and herself. LadyBot rolled over to Deborah.
"Hey," the computer said.
"Hi," Deborah responded lukewarmly, turning her head towards the metal creation.
"You know," LadyBot paused. "I saw, um, well I saw all the explosions, and I was wondering if everything is alright."
"No," Deborah turned her head back towards the window. "Nothing is alright."
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"For what it's worth?" Finally Deborah was starting to feel emotions again. "Excellent. It's worth nothing. That's exactly what your 'sorry' is worth to me at the moment. LadyBot, do you understand? It's gone, the whole damn thing is gone."
Indeed LadyBot understood, she understood 3.2 milliseconds after seeing the blasts, however, she declined to point out this fact. Her intelligence may have been simulated, but she was no dummy.
Deborah, continued. "All the cities, all the people, all the water, all the little rabbits, all the damn people." She stopped and chuckled in that way people do (er, did?) when they know something isn't funny, but they realize just how atypical the situation is. "Except for me. But I guess everything is A-OK, because my navigation system is sorry."
The human's eyes were still locked on smoldering fires quickly depleting the oxygen and hope that anyone might have survived, other than herself. LadyBot's cameras were locked on Deborah. She knew that humans could be moody, but never before had she experienced this sort of human input. Then again, this was also her first time directly interfacing with a post-appocolytic human.
