Here I am again, with yet another point of view change. These things just keep coming!

(File taken from the files of X-ray, a devisor in the employ of the CIA, obtained under the freedom of information act. Said file is to be appended to the journal mentioned above in the interest of being as thorough as possible, in the hopes that future generations will be better informed about the psychological motivations of the subjects involved.)

"Well she's out X-ray, all yours...though I'd be careful, Jeeves seems very overprotective."

"I'd expect nothing less of a devisor, really. I'll explain what I'm doing to allay his fears."

The small evaluation group filed back into the room where their machines and subject waited.

"Hello Jeeves."

"Hello X-ray."

"I'm going to start the testing apparatus now. I'll be testing Min's eyes and blood specifically in light of a few results we had last week."

"Go right ahead X-ray, but be warned I am watching you."

"On orders, right Jeeves?" Dorothy Halleck questioned.

"Correct Ma'am."

"Why?"

"Because mistress Min does not trust you X-ray."

"You're quite the piece of work Jeeves, are you supposed to be a protector?"

"I am what mistress Min requires, at all times."

Weighted looks were shared by the humans in the room.

"What does that mean exactly, Jeeves? Are you able to tell me?"

"I an unsure how to explain Mrs. Campbell. I am whatever mistress Min needs, by design. Should she need a protector, I am that. Should she need comfort, I shall give it. Should she require medical attention due to her anemia, I shall give it. Should she need a servant or require help of a more mundane sort, I will be such. In short, my mission is dynamic, and I adapt to fit the circumstance required. I know you distrust me, but I am incapable of any harm to your daughter."

"And us?"

"I'd eliminate you all to save her distress. You live through her sufferance."

"why does she trust you so implicitly?"

"Dr. Halleck, she trusts me because I was designed to seem such; I was built to specifications that would make mistress Min view me as completely trustworthy or to ignore any threat I may pose to her."

"You were designed to seem like a 'trustworthy soul' to her?"

"Correct."

"So when you altered her clothes this morning...was that a bug?"

"No Mrs. Campbell, it was what she needed."

"Heh, I thought so, you designed those clothes on purpose; you'd have had plenty of time in your hiking to our house to know that clothes like that aren't how women actually dress."

"Most women do not, correct Mrs Campbell. But mistress Min should."

"Why?"

"Princesses, queens, and empresses dress in that style or in a more strange manner...and mistress Min is very much royalty, is she not Mrs. Campbell? Now as I have answered your questions, I feel I may ask a few of my own. X-ray, why did you stare at my mistress so intently? It made her very uncomfortable."

"Fair enough; she reminded me of someone I knew in my youth."

"You choose your words carefully, don't you Jeeves?"

"I do Mrs. campbell."

"So making her wear those clothes, making her stand out; even while making her anxious, had a purpose?"

"Indeed, you are intelligent Mrs. Campbell. By making her more at ease with herself, she will be better able to focus on those pursuits that matter to her with confidence."

"So a bit of discomfort now, in order to have greater understanding later?"

"that is a fair assessment."

"Good; it means we can deal. We need to test Min to determine what she is capable of; it might cause her some discomfort, to borrow your wording. But it will give all of us, including you, a much greater idea of what she can do. Are you game to let us?"

Jeeves was silent a moment.

"I am willing."

There was a long moment of silence as everyone gathered their thoughts, punctuated only by the beeps and whirrs of the machine.

"I have a second question; Dr. Dorothy Halleck, what is your purpose here?"

"Medical and psychological Jeeves. I am a general practitioner and will be conducting an exam on Min later, because I don't trust X-ray's machines entirely. I will also try to gain rapport with her and earn her trust, so that I can help her. The last thing I want is for her to be driven insane by all of this."

"...that is acceptable."

All conversation ceased for a time, as X-ray worked to various boops and beeps, until he reached one of the last tests, and an arm shot out and crushed his
wrist in a vice; the grinding of bones could clearly be heard.

"Stop right there, X-ray. You do not need to perform another spinal tap; mistress Min's nerve endings are not dulled this time; you will cause her significant pain for results easily obtained by other tests you've already performed."

"OK, no tap, let go please!"

X-ray cradled his newly released hand and hissed, before allowing Dr. Halleck to look at it.

"dislocated. Hold on, this will hurt."

"I did warn you, X-ray."

"Yes, you did, I'm sorry. But how did you know? you've never seen this machine before! You shouldn't have any clue as to how it works."

"It is actually fairly obvious to deduce."

Jeeves then correctly pointed out the various functions of the machine one button at a time, to the amazement of all.

"You know that shouldn't be possible, unless you were a devisor yourself, right?"

"I detest repeating myself; but to clarify, I am whatever mistress Min needs."

"...Moving on. The sedative should wear off soon; then we can conduct the final parts of the test. I need to go oversee it. Dorothy, Dr. Halleck, could you escort Min to the basement for me? Mary, Could I discuss the test results with you? They should be printed in the control room from the terminal there by the time we make it down."

"Sure."

"See you later Jeeves. I'll leave you two to explain the details to him."

"Good bye for now X-ray."

X-ray led Mary Campbell down the hall, neither speaking until they made the special elevator.

"So what is it?"

"It's simple. Min scares the hell out of me."

"Really? How so?"

"You don't get it? Jeeves looks human, feels human, has a thinking process, a fully involved thinking process devised around clear goals. He is also a devisor 1 at least; Mary, the last devisor to build an android that well was a devisor 5, a guy in japan. They make anime based off his work. He NEVER made an android that could mimic his abilities. Jeeves was able to correctly deduce what my machine did and how, JUST BY LOOKING AT IT. Your child has the devisor talent stronger than anyone on record."

"...Just how strong?"

"Under our current understanding and test scales, at least a 7, and I'd be willing to bet the gadgeteer ranking matches it. I hesitate to even theorize what it might mean."

Mary slammed X-ray into the wall of the elevator.

"My daughter is no better than a 5 in both, and your official records to the CIA and MCO will both reflect that. YOU ARE NOT TO TELL ANYONE, you hear me?!?"

"I understand Mary, I wouldn't do such a thing, not to you or her. She reminds me of you when younger you know...even the hair."

Mary Campbell let her hand lengthen into a nightmarish claw.

"Just so we understand. You fuck us on this X-ray, you won't live the week. You know what I can do. Min will have as normal a childhood as possible for as long as possible, and I'll scythe through anyone to make that happen. Tell your superiors I said exactly that."

"Message received, crystal clear. Min is a 5 at most. Would you like to see the results now?"

"Of course." Hands as normal as anyone else's, Mary Campbell followed X-ray down the hall and into the control room, where they could watch the fireworks.