So where does the desire to become a robot girl come from? Well...
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1.
I'm in my Baroness stealth armor (I don't really have Baroness stealth armor, but anything is possible in comics.) and addressing the reader.
Me: What kind of weirdo would want to become a robot?
Me: Um … me.
2.
Artistic rendering of a scene from Superman III when Vera gets assimilated by the supercomputer.
Me: The television debut of Superman III happened in the spring of 1986, and there was that scene toward the end…
Me: You know the one.
3.
Little kid me sits in front of the television and takes in the robot girl visions.
Me: I was 11 years old and awash in the hormones of puberty.
Young Me: Okay, that's … scary. But also weirdly kinda hot.
4.
Little kid me sits in the theater, MST3K silhouette style, looking up at Arcee on the silver screen.
Me: Later that summer, Transformers: the Movie hit theaters, and I was introduced to Autobot girl Arcee.
Young Me (excited): Girl Transformer!
5.
Assimilated Seven of Nine in her Borg alcove, illuminated by the green zappy behind her.
Me: Then there was the Borg and their heavy rubber kinky cybernetics. Specifically Seven of Nine.
6.
The glossy white Björk-bot from her video for "All Is Full Of Love".
Me: Björk's "All Is Full Of Love" video did things to my brain.
Me: That was the same year I came out as transgender.
7.
Sepia-ish black and white artistic rendering of Maria the robot girl from Fritz Lang's Metropolis.
Me: With the help of the early internet, I discovered the original robot girl of cinema, Maria from Metropolis.
8.
Speculative glossy white robot me with pink and blue highlights.
Me: How cool would it be to be a girl and a robot?! Hmm! Girl Transformer!
Arrow Text: Design still in alpha.
9.
Back to me again, looking a bit forlorn in my Baroness stealth armor. (Which is still awesome, don't get me wrong!)
Me: Sadly, at age 50, I'm still made of meat.
Arrow Text Left: Sexy, jet black, body hugging stealth armor
Arrow Text Right: doe create a passable robotic look.
