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Helen was created by Dr. Ibbot as his Galatea Project, she was incorporated into the lambs.

PersonalityEdit

Helen is human derived but largely has non human coding. This plays into her personality. She has an understanding of humanity only a true outsider then. As such she is a highly skilled actor.

She likes messing with people,[1] in all meanings of the word. She cares about killing strong people and protecting those she loves.

AppearanceEdit

A poison flower of the Female sex. Throughout the story she grows into an elegant young woman. On the inside she is unrecognizable as human.

Project GoalEdit

Think cephalopod wrapped around a human skeleton, a hydraulic system.[2] Can use water to change her proportions.[3]

Very little of her is directly human.[4]

Can rearange her internal organs for camouflage.[5]

Thankfully subject can not naturally procreate. [6]

Expiration DateEdit

Is not known to have an explicit expiration date but does need 'maintenance' to retain human appearance.

RecordEdit

BeforeEdit

Was a twinkle in Ibbot's eye before the good professor was challenged step outside his discipline.

Was not humanoid early on. Tried to hug people but was rudely shot instead.[7]

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Made for a beautiful and graceful lady.

TriviaEdit

  • Galatea pygmillon, look it up the subject is fascinating.

References Edit

  1. - Excerpt from Lips Sealed 3.7
  2. Excerpt from Gut Feeling 17.14
  3. “If it would help, I can drink and redistribute water across my body,” Helen said. “Change my proportions to be less stare-worthy.”

    “No,” I said. “Not if you’re walking long distances.”

    “I can expel it,” she said.

    “Means stopping repeatedly.”

    “I can expel it through the mouth.” - Excerpt from Gut Feeling 17.7
  4. - Excerpt from Lips Sealed 3.7
  5. Interlude 14.x
  6. “I’m fond of not having a uterus,” Helen said. “Very convenient.” - Excerpt from Gut Feeling 17.7
  7. “I didn’t think that was a project which would have emergencies,” I said.

    “It’s not,” Jamie said.

    “There was one with me, once,” Helen said, smiling. “My first time out of the vat. I was only half as tall as I am now. I opened my eyes and wanted to give someone a hug. They shot me.” - Excerpt from Lamb to the Slaughter 6.5