The first thing Einstein did once he entertained the possibility he'd found a female cyborg was dress her. Once he started thinking of her as person, even if an inert one, her nudity bothered him-and distracted him for reasons he couldn't understand. One of his shirts acted as a decent cover up without getting in the way of his tests.
The overlarge button-up shirt hung on her still frame to midÐthigh, and stepping back from her poised in the center of his workspace, he spoke to her. "It's not a dress or something fancy, but at least your private parts are now covered. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to run some tests." Why he warned her or sounded so apologetic, again, was inexplicable, but he felt better for it. Actually, he easily fell into the habit of talking to his new, lifeless ro
