"Could have been worse. I happen to know a fellow Synth named Aphrodite and another named Zeus. I would say Aphrodite is a fitting name for her, considering she is truly what men would classify as beautiful and the role she's been given as wife to an important politician. Zeus, on the other hand, can't control thunder nor bare any children with other Gods or humans as his namesake, but he's become a popular weatherman at the news station. I'm beginning to think that he was given his name as a joke." Gaia said in an attempt to make conversation with her new partner. She had a British accent, the timber of her voice deep yet soft. In contrast to the other Synths at the station, she looked much younger and much more attractive. With her striking looks and eternal youth, Gaia could have made a name for herself doing modeling or acting in films and TV, but she'd instead picked a job that was anything but glamorous.<br/><br/>"I imagine the engineers must have a clipboard on their hands with the names of Gods and Goddesses. Every time they create a new one, they just pick one at random and check it off their list. It's not the best, but there are definitely some pretty bad ones out there. I know someone named Uranus. I'm not joking." Gaia smiled and laughed, noting how inappropriate and unfortunate that poor bastard's name was. Sadly, Synths still couldn't change the name given to them by scientists.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Gaia turned to look at the mess and instantly felt compelled to clean it up. She was highly organized and what people would describe as a clean freak. She had an advantage as a Synth of having every case at her disposal in a digital database in her system. Sylas, however, still had to work with a computer and physical files. Given his high rate of solved cases and excellent evaluations, Gaia had expected Sylas to be a little more clean. If given permission, one of the first things Gaia would do tomorrow morning was to order his desk. Some people, she'd come to learn, worked better when they were messy. However, messy was not a word anyone wanted associated with a Detective.<br/><br/>"I'm Gaia. I was originally created as a third-Generation Lucy 3 years ago, but my profession was changed a year ago." Lucies were a special breed of Synths designed to be companions, wives and even nannies to the some of the world's richest men and women. They weren't easy to come by and they were more expensive than the average Synth on the market. Extensive testing and training was conducted on the Lucy models to ensure the clients' safety. One could say they were the mail order brides of this time, but most Lucies lived in bliss next to their companion or the family that bought them. For some, including Gaia, happiness was only short-lived and quickly evolved into domestic slavery.<br/><br/>"After I was taken off the Lucy position a little over a year ago, I was given a choice of what I wanted to do. There were multiple avenues I could pursue, but public service wasn't one of them. They told me I wasn't equipped for such a job given that my programming as a Lucy was vastly different than the one required for this field. When my former husband was away, I spent most of my time alone reading about crime and law. As a way of proving I wasn't ready to take on such a job, they put me through an extensive test that no one could have passed... but I did. With an excellent grade, if I might add." Gaia said with a small smirk, feeling quite proud of herself.<br/><br/>"No one thought I could do this job, so they placed me in the file room and evidence room. I spent nearly 6 months working on uploading every single piece of paper and physical evidence to an unlimited database that can be accessed by all the Synths that work here." Gaia offered, trying to make herself sound mildly interesting. "And I recently helped clear a drug trafficking case. I went undercover and that lead the police to finding the head of the operation, the head honcho if you will. It wasn't only me, but I would say I had a big part."