Words cannot picture her; but all men know That solemn sketch the pure sad artist wrought Three centuries and threescore years ago

And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

She is almost totally cyborgized except for a small number of human brain cells. Her apparently female body is a mere shell to encase a cybernetic entity.

They could use a bit of spit and polish around here. The place is filthy.