So this is my life, Jon mused. She had gone from being a normal teenage boy to being stuck in a robotic body that was built like a teenage girl. Not only that, but all her friends and family thought she was dead, because, Dr. LaRue had informed her, her real body had been dead for about a month. She wondered how she could ever convince them of her identity, and how they would react if she could. Ontop of that, could she convince the government? Was it even possible for a robot to have any legal standing, or was she just going to be counted as "property of Anne LaRue?"
Then, of course, there was the more personal question of accepting her new body. The robot thing wasn't so terrible, but how could she live with being stuck as a girl? Granted, Anne had said that it was theoretically possible that her brain could learn to reshape her body into a male form, but she'd also said that it could take years, if it happened at all. No, for now, Jon was stuck as this petite seventeen-year-old girl.
But whatever her feelings on living in it, Jon had to admit that this body was a marvel of engineering. It looked so convincing that even she almost believed she was human. The skin looked and felt entirely real; its use for heat dissipation even added a convinving warmth to her touch. Underneath, the human skeleton and musculature were functionally duplicated with electromechanical counterparts that were shaped as much like the human versions as possible. So it was with the rest of her body; she could even eat and drink like a human, although she didn't need to.
The only external part of her body that was different was a small socket in her coccyx, into which she could plug a power source; her body ran just fine off its own internal power plant, but apparently overly-strenuous exertion could temporarily drain her body while her internal power worked to catch up; she could alleviate this by plugging in. (She wasn't exactly sure what qualified as "over-strenuous," though.) Any casual observer would see her as a normal human female...
...right down to the reproductive organs, which was the part that really freaked her out. Anne had been entirely clear that the purpose of this body was to be the mother to a new race of robots, and Jon apparently possessed the ability to get pregnant from any genetic material. Luckily, the very lack of control over her body that kept her stuck in this form meant that her reproductive system was functioning like a human woman's, or she could probably get sneezed on and have a baby by a cold virus.
It unnerved her that her new body was basically intended as a breeder, but while Anne did seem disappointed about having to sacrifice her creation to save someone's life, if she had any hopes about Jon having kids, she politely kept them to herself. Which was good; the last thing Jon needed was to be worrying about being pregnant when she was still trying to fogure out how to tell her family that she was alive.
