Space Station W3 - better known as the Wheel - was white and blank. A canvas constructed by humans, but not really painted yet. The girl who greeted Susan when she stepped out of the transport pod had the same appearance. Everything about her - from her clinical uniform to her neatly cropped hair - suggested an air of incompleteness. She was not necessarily robotic, but her mind had been pumped full of facts and figures before she'd had the chance to learn any of the things that make a human human, and it showed.
“Hello,” she said, holding out her hand to greet Susan, “I'm Zoe Heriot. Astrophysicist, pure mathematics major.” (http://unearthlysusan.livejournal.com/10248.html)
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Susan Foreman/Zoe Heriot
Date: 2008-08-21 06:33 pm (UTC)“Hello,” she said, holding out her hand to greet Susan, “I'm Zoe Heriot. Astrophysicist, pure mathematics major.” (http://unearthlysusan.livejournal.com/10248.html)