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Read about this "Chic Lit" favorite on cyborg, the earth, outer-space life and living as that contention.  "Ely", is a part humanoid robot taken in regeneration from earth 78th times.  She protects the realm of intergalactic space sectors.  And has to carry out her robotic and humanoid duties across space and time.  See what this alter being does and why.  Read: "Grace in Space:the story of Ely Vader".

The outer cerebral, solar-system was being left; as she peered-out the directive-portal.  The sun was green and she knew exactly, where all the possibilities were.  Where the Linead-Showers were now gone, 50-million miles away.  She checked all her-gauges just for fun.  It was written up-in...a light manual that it was just trivial-concern, like crossing the street in G civil-times.  Everything seemed always to be compared to what was Mother Earth.  She felt all that they did, in diodes of her-flesh.  The feelings, sets and diameters, of a body brought-forward.  A new-role and rendering of simple-rudimentary-encompassed, priority and provision.  She'd heard-all the transitive-information-alignings, that was taught in pre-space history, but that was long before rearticulate-providence.  "Humans"-finally, escaped nihil disjoining and mastered, space-corroberation.  She was now wisened to this in her metastasis congruency.  That electro-phonetic conduit, flowed human-conscience through-out.  That even time and space, air and vacuum; thought and death could seperate in the higher-conceptualities...   Regen year-1,173, Elix-Vader NONCOM, was traveling 80K-Nauts, seen-in clear-void small shrink; what she had to do was be reach-to enter Lunar 6-Zyron trajectary...  Where the polar-void would be directed correctly, and exactly into ready-landing.  Her comp-margined, for she'd called Jos's; that would give-her recognition-hers...  ...She awaken 6-years younger by Cycom-status...  She still could ponder, perceive and proctor; in what was the natural-human, in that of reasoning.   Her occupation was tangent-locater, for series IV-transcription...  Which meant she was to voyage every 4-years.  From Planet Delta to the outer-reach of the North-Voids, the last connection for sector-travel of Quad 1...  Or as a Patrol-men, observer.  ...It was a place, for excelled-crafts and space accommodations...   She liked-it...  After the seed-pool, selected-six of her birth-originators she was given knowledge of her-duties, from exercises to expediations.  It was known, she was a descendant of a earthly fire-brigade female...  Who was 28, when she was picked for fighting forest-fighters.  She was brave, tough and talented; as well as an excellent-Commander.  ...Her parents, were a State-Trooper and a school-teacher, so she held; and as held-as an excellent replicatee.  Somehow, she was discovered-by blood.   Kept-in suspension and made in a genetic chromo-replicate.. She was not a froid-in most all things.  So 80-generations later, she-spawned-her; in a sense, she was allowed-from the spirit-world, as such...  She personally, remembered awaking-to an inside of a genesis-tube and breathing her first-breath, and then taken to the cognitive-den; where others now-vivid, needing 610-reprise...  There-it took 2-seconds or less to be given new-senses, thoughts, knowledges, controls and an identity.  By her 3rd-cycle, she was shipped-out; by, and flew-out to hectar-6 for genuine-observation.   Her and her-fellows, 6--bio-bots; that-were given as acting-enactions...  Which was-over, in-6 weeks...  All, were sent-on missions.  She'd met other-bios, but all-new the ropes; second-out.  Then, she had simple-emotions; only what her-moon-could have...  Which were in 44 data-banks of sustaining...  Being with them, was like staring at a wall-being painted...  ..In a mindful-sense and excitement, wasn't to be protagonized into intentful-teleology...  But a deep sense of self, were in as fortunate and disfortunate terms...  Love, was Ely's higher-power, like any other endo-huma; her body, obligated-by needs.   But only by someone of an agenda.  Agenda, was not gender; but also not despotism.  Desperation, was once the hallowing-of humanity.  Now, an act of servitude.  She listened to her-narrator, from a high-frequency output-signal...  It was gentle and compounded, giving her a lesser-higher power; if only in enfleshed-circles.