Dr. Tarington looked up at Elohim, her eyes red from her tears.  Suddenly, she realized just what she was doing, the artificial creature of silicon and steel that she'd embraced as a mother.  The hardness in Tarington's heart returned, and she gritted her teeth, looking for a way to make the bitch suffer.  A second later, she regained her composure, even though her hands were already squeezing Elohim's nipples.  "Call me Mina."  Tarington said, feeling a desire to get on familiar terms with this creature.<br/><br/>Mina turned off the water at the shower, and gently towelled off Elohim, a somewhat angry tone in her voice.  "Is that what you do when you've got access to a helpless human?"  She asked sharply, boring down on Elohim.  "For future reference, you useless sack of parts, when someone has an emotional breakdown in front of you, either hold the poor bitch until she stops crying, or slit her throat right then and there if she deserves it."  Mina ejaculated, roughly toweling herself off and glaring at Elohim.  Her anger wasn't even driven by disquiet, but by her own unstable mind.<br/><br/>Dr. Tarington walked into the next room, where a baggy shirt and a pair of work pants waited for Elohim, along with a belt and a pair of Mina's panties.  Meanwhile, Ennea hat set out a set of surgical scrubs for her master, along with the proper underwar.  "ENNEA!!"  Dr. Tarington screamed, the tattoo on her arm glowing silver and emitting sparks.  A few moments after he noise of distant screams washed over the room, the doctor simply said "lab coat, please." in a deceptively calm tone of voice.  Ennea came in carrying a lab coat for her Master, bowing in servility.  "Do you not understand anything about humans at all?"  Mina asked, while pulling her panties on.