So much care and precision was put into her silver body. Every inch of it gleams relentlessly, as if new, though she's been wearing it for quite some time.
The shining silver plating on her arms and legs armor the wires and gears and everything that makes her go, proving useful in battle. Her hard fists are strong, and her arms are quick. Her reflexes are impeccable, she's faster than ever before.
Her expression is flat, with no varying emotion. Her eyes are lights, glowing a deadly scarlet; framed with the bluest of artificial lashes. Her nose is small and round, possibly cute if not crafted from hard metals. Her lips are unable to smile, permanently set in a slight frown. They are as sapphire as the rims of her shining eyes. Two seams run down the sides of her face, stopping above and continuing beneath the inexpressive, fiery orbs. Small screws follow the shallow lines, holding her delicate-appearing face in one piece.
Cascading down her back is curls and curls of synthetic hair, made of the strongest of the thinnest and most flexible of metals. The locks are dark, but not black. She could raise hell, and the material would never tangle amongst itself.
Protruding from the sides of her head are a pair of horns, curled in upon themselves. The tips are sharp, and could potentially cause damage.
On her chest is her old symbol, curving around and with the shape of her chest. It is no longer its old color, but instead sharing the hue of her mouth and her eyelashes. Unlike her mentioned facial features, however, her symbol glows dimly, certainly not to the extent of her eyes.
She still has the scar just above the character, from when she was programmed to feel the way she didn't.
The points of her sturdy bodice and the thick fabric draped around her legs as a skirt are reminiscent of her old clothing, betraying the unfamiliar color schemes of silver and more silver and blue.
Her voice is metallic, and unnaturally smooth. Her sentences never ripple, and she always sincere in what she says. She no longer sees the point of sarcasm or jokes.
She acts on impulse, though due to the high levels of technology mixed with the imprint of an old life, she rarely falters in making a worthy decision. She values her friends, as a memory of her time in the living, but now she cannot quite grasp why.
Her mind might be fading to the wires in her head, but despite it all, Aradiabot knows what she is.
She is a perfect creation.
She is seamless.