Sabrina slowly came to consciousness and rolled over, reaching across the bed for Max. As her hand grasped at nothing but the comforter messed up on Max's side of the bed, her eyes opened and she sighed. That was the worst thing about Max being such a morning person: practically every morning she woke up alone. And yet, as she reflected back on the past two-plus months, she smiled. There was something comforting about falling asleep in his arms, with his contentment and affection as the last emotions she sensed at night and the first ones she sensed in the morning. About waking up to a cup of coffee on the nightstand next to her sleeping Kwami. Now that everything was out in the open with her parents, she didn't need to pretend; she was free to spend as much time here as she wished. Finally, she sat up and put on her glasses before reaching for her coffee mug. the nightstand was empty. She cocked her head in surprise. Looking around the room, Nooroo wasn't in his normal place, either. Sabrina furrowed her brows, concentrating on her miraculous. She could sense a handful of other people, scattered around the apartment building – the upstairs neighbors were arguing again. But focusing her attention down onto their apartment, she found Max, sitting at the kitchen table, intent on something.

With an affectionate sigh, Sabrina got out of the bed and wrapped herself up in her robe before opening the door and padding out into the hallway.

"You are certain about these figures?" Max was asking, his voice echoing softly down the hall.

Sabrina smiled softly; he must be on the phone with someone.

Max hummed. "Okay… that confirms Mohamed's findings, as well." Hero business. :Thank you for your assistance."

"Of course!" a vaguely-familiar female voice answered cheerily, just as Sabrina stepped out of the hallway to find Max sitting at the kitchen table, across from Turing and Aeon. She paled as Turing and Aeon both looked up at her.

"Oh! Um…" Sabrina swallowed in embarrassment, heat rushing to her cheeks and ears. "I'm sorry – I didn't realize we had company this morning." Her eyes darted over to Max, narrowing.

Max turned around, smiling brightly, though his smile quickly faltered. "Good morning," he greeted her, holding out a mug of coffee. "I apologize for not bringing it in to you yet; I was just about to when Turing returned to report in."

Sabrina nodded, hesitating at the edge of the hallway. "That's okay…"

Turing cocked his head. "I hope we are not interrupting," he apologized. "It is the middle of the night in America, and we calculated–"

"'We'," Aeon repeated, giving him a dubious look.

Turing paused momentarily. "I calculated," he amended, "with Valley's concurrence, that this was the best time to report in. We just finished the United States and are going to expand the net through South America."

"It was not an incorrect assessment," Max allowed. He gave Sabrina a look and grimaced. "Although advance notice would have been appreciated."

"Especially if you're planning to bring company," Sabrina added, her eyes drifting to the dirty dishes Max had left around the kitchen.

"I told you to warn them in advance," Aeon muttered.

"I apologize," Turing told Sabrina. "After Valley introduced me to her family, it seemed appropriate to return the favor and introduce her formally to my parents."

Sabrina's eyes widened in surprise, and she placed a hand on the back of her chair. "Oh! I–um–of–of course that's fine," she stuttered, nodding a little too eagerly. She could feel a warmth in her chest, and blinked away the wetness in her eyes, looking back and forth between Turing and Aeon. Finally she accepted the coffee that Max was still holding out to her and took a large gulp of the now-lukewarm coffee before sitting down next to Max at the table, leaning into his side. "You are always welcome to bring your friends over to visit," she assured Turing, giving him a warm smile. "But I would appreciate more of a head's up," she added, giving Max a dirty look.

Max grinned apologetically. "I am sorry," he told her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I should have sent Kaalki or Nooroo to warn you."

Sabrina shrugged and took another sip, frowning at the tepid coffee. "I probably should have come out sooner."

"Allow me." Turing reached across and took the mug, placing his hand under the bottom. The edges of his hand began to glow a warm red. After a moment he handed the cup back to Sabrina, still warm to the touch.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise, sipping the now-steaming coffee. "Thank you!"

Aeon hummed, turning to examine Turing more closely. "That's a useful ability!"

Max grinned. "That was all Turing's idea," he told her. "He thought his energy cannon might be useful for more than fighting, and I found a way to dissipate the energy through his hand at a 60% lower intensity."

"Do you think you could send my mom the plans?" she asked.

Max nodded. "I will do it later," he promised.

Turing's mouth turned down into a frown. "But you are sufficient as is," he pointed out. "And that would risk revealing you if you use it in your civilian guise."

She pursed her lips. "That is correct," she allowed.

"But if she wants to try something different, that is her choice," Sabrina told Turing firmly.

"Yes, Mother," he responded, nodding obediently.

Sabrina blinked, leaning back into Max's shoulder as she stared at Turing. "I–" Her throat started to close up, and she coughed.

"Are–are you well?" Turing asked, his eyes widening with a barely audible whir.

"Yes, I–" Sabrina smacked her chest, clearing her throat. "I'm fine," she assured him. "I just… don't think I was expecting that."

"I'm sorry." Aeon looked down at the table, appearing repentant. "The way he talks about you sounds so much like my mom. And logically, given that Max is his creator and you and Max are together, that would make you the equivalent of his mother. At least that is why Barbara is my mother."

"Should I not have–?" began Turing, before Sabrina interrupted him with a wave.

"No–no, of course it's okay for you to call me your mother," she told him. "It just strikes me differently today, that's all."

Turing cocked his head to one side. "I do not understand."

Sabrina cleared her throat, suddenly feeling all the more awkward sitting at the table in her bathrobe. "So… how have you been doing, Aeon?" she finally asked turning to the second android. Aeon's mouth turned down into a frown. Sabrina furrowed her brows in confusion, glancing at Max and Turing. "Did I say something wrong?"

"She prefers 'Uncanny Valley' or 'Valley'," Turing explained. "That is who she is; 'Aeon' is merely an alias."

Sabrina nodded. "I'm sorry; I didn't know."

"It's okay."

Sabrina frowned, examining Valley more closely. But even focusing all her attention, the android seemed a black hole of emotions. She stifled a frown. This was a situation where her empathic sense could not help. But… "Why?" she asked. "Why do you feel more comfortable – more yourself – as Uncanny Valley than as Aeon?"

Valley cocked her head to one side, falling silent. Sabrina held her breath. "I think," Valley began, "that I have always seen 'Aeon' as the way the world wants to see me: human. However, as 'Uncanny Valley' I have no need to hide because I am free to show myself as the android I really am."

Sabrina nodded pensively. "So the android is how you see yourself; the human guise is how the world wants to see you?"

She nodded. "At least when I am not fighting crime with Jess and Mom and the others."

Sabrina hummed. "I can imagine that this disconnect between how the world sees you and how you see yourself creates some internal conflict," she observed. "Is that accurate?"

Valley raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand how an android can have internal conflict," she pointed out. "If I have internal conflict, that means my Mom made a mistake."

Max chuckled. "I am almost certain that Majestia made at least 1 mistake in building you," he told her.

Valley furrowed her brows, leaning back in her chair, and looked down at the table.

"I do not think there is a mistake in you," Turing declared. "In my experience you are perfectly ideal."

Sabrina leaned forward and put a hand on Valley's. "You are perfect the way you are; Max didn't mean to imply otherwise."

"Of course not!" Max's emotions shifted into guilt. "I apologize," he told Valley. "I misspoke. I did not mean that she intentionally made a mistake, or that there is something wrong with you. I simply meant that, based on my own experience–" he nodded to Turing "–it is exceedingly difficult to build a fully-functional artificially-intelligent android without doing something incorrectly or inefficiently in the process. Even with all my preparation, I made some errors when I first built and programmed Markov; I did the same with you – both times," he told Turing. "The first time we transferred you into the new body, your energy usage was so high you would have required hourly charging because I had failed to account for the volume of additional processes necessary to operate a more complex body; consequently, I streamlined some of the systems and increased the battery to compensate. But I have not corrected – nor do I see a need to correct – every single flaw. Some flaws do need to be fixed; others are simply a part of what makes you unique. I would assume the same holds true for you, as well," he added, nodding to Valley.

Valley nodded slowly. "I think I understand. Thank you for explaining."

Sabrina smiled at Max, whose emotions turned to relief. "So there is nothing wrong with internal conflict," she continued. "There is no reason to be ashamed of seeing yourself differently from the way the world sees you. These things make you who you are."

Valley hummed. "I do feel much more like myself as Uncanny Valley than I do as Aeon. As Aeon I appear human; as Uncanny Valley I appear as myself: an android. And yet, when I am with people who know Valley, I do not have that same experience."

Sabrina pursed her lips, pondering her next words. "So what would you say it is that makes you, you?"

"I don't understand."

"What sets Uncanny Valley apart from, say, Turing? Or from your mother?" Sabrina clarified. "And I don't mean the fact that you are an android; we've already established that."

Valley frowned, looking down at the table. "My sense of justice and fairness," she began. "My sense of humor. My positive outlook and confidence – Jess says that annoys her, but I can tell it really doesn't."

"Okay…" Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "Which of these qualities belong to Aeon, and which belong to Uncanny Valley?"

She cocked her head. "All and none at the same time. They apply equally, regardless of the guise I am wearing."

Sabrina smiled. "Then what, really, is the difference between the two? Is the difference internal, or is it external?"

"External," she answered promptly. "People see Aeon differently and treat her differently because she looks like them. They assume that I am human and have that intrinsic understanding of humanity, when that is not the case."

Sabrina's smile turned sympathetic. "That reminds me of a couple of my friends," she mused. "They also feel as though they must wear a mask in public; Cat Noir used to feel far more comfortable in his hero guise than as a civilian."

Valley hummed. "Being the son of Hawk Moth, that is only logical!"

Sabrina shook her head. "Even before his father was unmasked, he felt more comfortable as 'just Cat Noir' than he did as 'Adrien Agreste the supermodel'. He could be more free, more himself when he was wearing the mask."

Max cocked his head in surprise. "I had not observed that."

Sabrina stifled a laugh. "What helped him, after everything came out, was recognizing that he had no need to impress other people, regardless of the mask he wore. The people who mattered knew the real him."

Valley nodded slowly. "You're saying that I should be comfortable and accept who I am, regardless of whether I appear human or as myself?"

Sabrina smiled. "That is correct – or at least I hope that you can be comfortable with who you are. Those of us who know you can see the real you, whether you show your human 'skin' or your metal face."

Valley nodded, humming pensively. "I will save that," she decided. "Thank you." She smiled apologetically. "I am sorry for making you 'work' this morning."

Sabrina waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it," she assured her. "I am glad you came, even if I'm…" she gestured vaguely to her unbrushed hair and bathrobe. "You will need to come back again sometime so we can talk again! Preferably not at 6:30 in the morning…"

Valley smiled brightly. "I would like that! I appreciate the opportunity to get to know Turing's family."

Sabrina gave her a warm smile. "And of course, if you ever need to talk about this specifically, I am happy to counsel you – I promise I won't tell anyone what you say… and that next time it can be just the two of us, without Turing or Max."

"Your mom is so nice!" Valley told Turing, grinning.

Sabrina flushed in embarrassment. Valley gave her a curious look. "I'm sorry," Sabrina told her, sharing a look with Max. "I've just… something about being called 'Mom' strikes me differently these days."

"Why?" asked Turing, examining Sabrina closely.

Next to him, Valley's eyes narrowed and she quickly scanned Sabrina from top to bottom, even seeming to stare through the table. Sabrina flushed under the scrutiny, hugging her chest. After less than a second Valley's eyes widened very suddenly and she let out a gasp, grabbing Turing's arm. "You–you are a mother!"

"I thought we had already established that fact." Turing turned to stare at Valley, his head cocked to one side. "What does that mean?" he demanded, before turning toward Sabrina and Max. His eyes narrowed, and he stared at Sabrina's and Max's faces. "I do not have sufficient information to process this…"

Max blinked rapidly. "Why did Majestia give you sensors that sophisticated?" he groaned. "How could you even deduce that?"

"Body temperature, heart rate…"

Max rubbed his forehead. "Enough…"

Sabrina sighed affectionately. Placing one hand on Max's, she reached across the table to take Turing's hand with the other. She smiled, heat rising in her cheeks. "Yes, Turing," she told him, nodding. "I'm really going to be a mother. Max and I are having a baby."