Sally's made more of metal than flesh these days, and she's proud of it. I'm sick of hearing her brag about how she can see every grain of wheat in the fields on the outskirts of town. Sure, she sees more detail than I do with my lowly natural
(more) eyes, but what's the point?
That's really a rhetorical question, because I know exactly why she's been getting all these upgrades.
She's after Jimmy.
With her super-eyes, she can see him from blocks away, and she can read over his shoulder in the park.
With her augmented hearing, she can eavesdrop on his every conversation, as well as anyone else's conversations about him.
With all the fancy computing her cyber-brain can do, she can identify all of his moods, and she can swoop in to offer her perfect, soothing company at just the right times.
That's why she's spent her daddy's money on all these replacement body parts. She upgraded (I'd say "mangled") herself like this, just to "get the guy". I guess that's her twisted interpretation of "female empowerment". Maybe she doesn't realise that she's a walking parody of it.
But I'm glad for one thing: try as they might, the scientists haven't made convincing eyes yet. To get her super-vision, Sally swapped out her pretty blues for ugly little cameras. Cameras! How can those be "windows to the soul"? What kind of soul does she even have left?
If Jimmy chooses Sally Shutter-Face over me, I don't think I'll cry very much after all. But at least I'll still have real eyes to cry with.(less)
