The space station, nicknamed Taurus II, hummed with activity, crew members rushing everywhere, tasks being carried out, and so on. Humans and synths alike were working together with one another…tho…one female synth was always being avoided or being stepped out of the way of, and for very good reason. Four crew members, all male, had all been sent to the medical bay in one week because of this one synth…she had menacing, glaring red eyes, white hair and black, thick lips that looked like they hadn’t smiled in a long while. She had generous, round breasts with a flat stomach, thin waist and wide hips. She had a pumped up, tight buttocks with thick, padded thighs and lean long legs, all of which was in a well crafted, expertly designed chrome chassis. This…was Lillian, and it was fitting that she’d been assigned to duty on the Taurus…as she was like a bull in a cage, ready to charge at anyone who dared to look at her wrong, talked wrong to her, interrupted her or merely got in her way…safe to say she always had a head full of steam.