Rosalind Lutece. As soon as the syllables are spoken, all the little details begin to get filed away under that name-- this entity: the woman, the note-taker, the quantum physicist-- all immortalized in Danger's databanks to be meticulously remembered until the day when the ageless program finally terminates.

"The existence of my programming predates my sentience. I was created approximately two decades ago by a man named Charles Xavier to serve him and his students. The fact that I am free-thinking is a result of random code rearrangements. I am a mutant," she responds in that steady mechanical voice, each word carefully enunciated and inflected only slightly, if at all. If she minds being inspected, she doesn't show it. Truthfully, it is pleasant somehow, to be admired by a human being. So many of them miss the nuances.

"I have existed in a physical form for several years. I have determined that my emotional maturity is equivalent to that of an adolescent human, though naturally, my intellectual capacity surpasses that. My personality is, as far as I can deduce, guided by my code but influenced by my experiences. My sense of humor, for example, is something I am currently developing."