Dr. Tarington whimpered as the machine pulled her close, clutching her stomach and digging into it with her fingernails.  The doctor's head layed against Elohim's breasts, like a pair of soft pillows, feeling her body reassured by the press of soft flesh, the smell of the soap she had placed on the gynoid's breasts.  Even as Tarington's body calmed down, her mind went into darker and darker places, as the softness against her cheek reminded her of ancient memories, of her mother.<br/><br/>Tarington recalled the hospital bad where her agony had taken place, the place where she lost faith in God.  She remembered her mother, covered in tubes and hoses, steadily being absorbed by the machines, becoming less and less her mother.  All she wanted to do was hug her, to feel her mother's skin again.  But all left with was a corpse as cold as the metal surrounding her, and jammed into her.<br/><br/>The doctor had wanted to burn that hospital many times, to take apart the doctors like any other monster she had fought, to take the important parts of them and put them in more deserving people, so that they might live.  She'd conducted some of her more gruesome vivisections and experiments in that hospital, had paused long moments over the circut breakers, wondering whether to check the battery power at the hospital...  Whether God would save the people she endangered that way.<br/><br/>The darkness swelled and consumed her, and once again she was in her mother's arms, feeling her warm touch.  "Mommy..."  Tarington mewled softly, pressing closer into Elohim and letting loose a fresh batch of tears.  The naked young woman wrapped her arms around Elohim's back, squeezing her tightly, rubbing her head against her breasts.  And gradually, Tarington became calm, listening intently to Elohim's heartbeat, letting it lull her to rest.  The doctor's breathing became regular as she cuddled closer, giving Elohim a soft coo of need.