Avatarded

They kissed, and 1.7825900 x 1011 mechanical synapses fired—an approximate value, correct to seven decimal places. Sensors beeped across her body. Lights flashed on the lab console, and mechanisms for which she had no name whirred and buzzed all around the room. He let go of her and drew back, recording some information on his clipboard. Then he looked up, and the blue of his gaze startled her. She had never before noticed the color of his eyes. It had never seemed pertinent. "Results?" he asked. "Pressure: Three-point-four kilopascals. Temperature: 38.2 degrees Celsius. Technique: Above average. Response: Elevated body temperature,