They would take her to this place in the winters. It was the only time they ever moved her. It was never real people; the AI’s would drag her around with their souless, expressionless faces.
The first few years, she pleaded with them, but they did not speak, although she knew they could. She tried to convice herself that somewhere, some real person had decided it would be warmer. But it never was; the cold rose through the floor in some perverse reversal of science.