The machine’s stomach was washboard perfect her muscles tense.  The flesh didn’t even give as the doctor rested her elbow against it.  Elohim did not know how to respond to the Doctor’s statement’s about tissue intercompatability,  but,  she didn’t seem as angry at her anymore, which to the machine was a pleasant. She didn’t flinch as the third clip came down on her little bud,  though it did cause a little pleasured moan as a physical jolt of joy ripped through her body dancing up the base of her spine.<br/><br/>“I will answer to the best of my ability.”  She whispered, squirming a little bit against the table.  “My name is Elohim.  I believe the word is Hebrew,  I awoke for the first time in a military installation,  the project was canceled when it was discovered that God himself despised my presence in the world.  I do not entirely understand the process of my creation yet,  but,  I was made by a man…  he gave me my purpose.  I have not met other’s of my kind,  yet…  it seems improbable that I am the only creature of my ilk.”  She knew of no reason why she should keep these things secret.