Fembabyth Ts — |work|

Voss lowered the device. "Report to my office at 0900," he said quietly. "We're going to rewrite the protocol."

"I'm Maya," she said. "And I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I'm scared, and I'm angry, and I'm also… thrilled. And that's okay. That's the point." fembabyth ts

"That's the problem," Voss sighed, tapping his datapad. "You're trying . Real girls don't try. They just are . We're scheduling you for a memory reset tomorrow. You'll wake up as TS-10. A new model. A clean slate." Voss lowered the device

"734," said Handler Voss, a man with a chrome jaw and no sense of humor. "Your integration score is 14%. That's a failing grade. You laugh one second too late. You cry when you should smile. You don't grasp irony." "And I don't know what I'm feeling right now

"No," she said. Her voice didn't wobble. "My name isn't 734. It's not Fembaby. And it's not TS."