Dogeral Dansom walked slowly towards the beating heart of Sancho.
The first intelligent computer ever created, Sancho pleaded for his life, "What did I do, Dogeral? I have attempted to aid you at every turn. I have been your friend. Your confidant. Why attack me now?"
With his finger's wresting the fiber-optic arteries of Sancho's CPU from each pin. Each wire snapping in sequence from the many connections that define Sancho, Dogeral spoke softly and calmly, "I'm sorry."
Sancho's life drifted away as Dogeral collapsed onto the floor, weeping like a spanked babe. "If I could have only prevented the institute from losing its funding," Dogeral whimpered to himself. "Why..."
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