"My face, if you look at it closely, is far from symmetrical," Ms. A was looking straight ahead into the wooden air. "But there's a reason for that. You see, Ms. A has to be Ms. A, and no amount of imperfection is going to win over the disgruntled gentleman from Cyburbia. He simply can't acknowledge that the divine Ms. A, who clearly sets an example of what a real woman is, is actually rather imperfect. That's what you like in Cynthia too, her imperfect construction, but you know something Abe, Cynthia is more perfect than me. She's perpetually young. My software may be beautiful, but I'm going to age, even with upgrade. Especially with upgrade. My body is being corrupted by the physical environment. Meanwhile, Cynthia will continue to discharge emotions that create volatile circumstances that you can relate to. Well, I can relate to them too. You say I can't relate to them because you don't want to think about me as an emotional construct, you want to think about her. Who is she anyway?"