A Real Girl
She was a vision. Long, luxurious black hair, killer curves swathed in a gown that matched the Gummi-Bear hues of the forgotten handlink… and disturbingly familiar green eyes.
"Ziggy, what the hell is this about?"
The woman — the hologram — lounging on the control console shrugged one elegant shoulder.
"I merely wish to interact more efficiently with human computers, Admiral."
Gooshie was practically salivating — not a pretty sight. Donna, on the other hand, was laughing so hard Al thought she might break something.
"You gotta be kidding me."
She tossed her insubstantial hair and gave him a smoldering smile. Al realized with something like horror that her hair looked an awful lot like his sister's — except for that silver streak. He knew exactly where she'd come up with that.
"This won't be a problem for you, will it, Admiral?"
Damn that voice of hers, anyway. What had Sam been thinking?
Ziggy smirked at him.
Donna wiped tears from her eyes.
Al sighed. It was going to be a long, long day.
Author's Notes: Written April 19, 2006, in response to a challenge meme request from Amonitrate (although Ziggy's been begging me to do this for ages).