It was nearly done. Oh, there would be centuries more work in convincing the more narrow-minded of her folk to accept what she had done for them. There would be improvements, corrections, upgrades. After all, learning could never truly be completed. But here stood the culmination of so much mind-boggling effort, gleaming, beautiful. Ready. Were done talking. I hate words, take yours away, take away your intruders and your chaos. Be gone, you are not welcome here, you are not wanted. Leave me in peace.