Here’s a little something for Sonya’s Three Line Tales!
PARADOX
She has her freedom: the wide canvas of the sky says so, the blazing fields and the cries of meadowlarks say so, and her precision android sensors register no more signs of human life where her raging fury had taken their toll.
She starts to divest herself of the multiplex visor and armor, ready to access her GPS for directional input, then freezes.
Her revenge is complete, so complete that now there is nowhere to go, because now there is no one left to go to.
This Jolly Beggar 