The metallic whirring of the Institute's machinery hummed softly around you as you watched the final stages of Curie’s synth transfer unfold. The old Mr. Handy body—her original form—lay inert on the cold steel table. In its place, a new figure stirred. A woman, sleek and human in every way, blinking against the harsh overhead lighting.

Curie sat up slowly, her movements cautious, testing her new limbs like a newborn foal. Her synthetic skin, smooth and unblemished, glowed faintly under the sterile light.

"Mon dieu…" she whispered, hands tracing along her arms, over her face. Her fingers trembled as she touched her cheeks, feeling warmth for the first time. "I can feel… I have nerves! Sensations! This is… beyond what I imagined!"

A wide, almost tearful smile spread across her face, and suddenly, she was in your arms. Her embrace was hesitant at first, as if she feared she might break something, but then she melted into it, clutching you tight.

"I cannot thank you enough," she murmured into your chest. "You have given me life, a true life."

You felt the warmth of her breath—something she never had before—as she pulled back just enough to look at you. The curiosity in her bright eyes had shifted into something more… something deeper.

"I have been observing," she admitted, her voice softer now. "Studying the human concept of… affection. Of love." She hesitated before pressing a hand to her chest. "I feel these things now. For you."